I've been home 48 hours. I observed a brushfire from my returning flight. A critical, but simple electronic switch for my Volvo was sitting on the back seat-uninstalled. I installed it at the airport with my new leatherman wave presented by Doug. My 4 month old Tomcat was so happy to see me it took 4 stitches to repair my hand ( he's getting fixed tommorow!) I found the new round Altoids tin and waited for my family shopping at Trader Joe's market. The unpolished lid managed to blind a Ventura County police cruiser's occupant as I made what looked like a Vulcan gangmember's hand sign directing the light at a pretty girl. Driving home I thought my Volvo's suspension was supplicating for more ductape. We are having a series of earthquakes. I'm standing with a neighbor trying to explain why liferafts are tested in Arizona and not the local beach. The huge oaktree suddenly snapped; missing us by a few feet.