When week ends commence, coalesce, and become weak ends

Because there's not much to say

Save for, well, there are 8 wildfires burning in LA today. It's a scorcher, to use the cliché. So that means I need to start blogging the demise. And given the fact that the fires rage in the city, north of where I'm sitting, eradicating my vocal chords, I can't help but feel the eery consequences of states of emergency. Emergence into the noble and terrible things we night become as human beings.

Yesterday's NYT, indeed, explres this in an epic piece of journalism discussing what occured in the Memorial Medical Center