Ya know how in the wee hours, half awake, you get all loony?

That's how I felt this morning Lissa woke me up at 3:30: "Do you smell the smoke?"

When I drove home from work last night, before sunset, you could see the pall of smoke blowing up from the South Valley, from a fire in the woods along the river.

It's many miles from our house - probably ten or more - but it's still disconcerting in that half-waking pre-dawn to smell the smoke.