Early this morning, there was a fatal shooting on the freeway, a bar dispute gone wrong. It started out my day by forcing me to either not get to work until after 11 or work from home, a decision I came to about 9 when I had been on the back roads for 30 minutes and was less than 3 miles from my house, so I turned around and went home to work.

Nae got home and we heard lots of sirens and smelled smoke through the open patio door. So we took a walk and some pictures. It's sad.

And now I'm ready for the day to be done.

Peace, gentle readers