The fires (yawn) still burning, the air still stinks during the morning hours and most of the night. It occurs to me now that burnt stuff continues to smell bad long after a fire is out. I remember the smell of the backyard incinerator in which we burned trash until I was about ten years old when they were banned. I wonder if the nightly north breeze blowing across the burned area (now above 5000 acres) will bring hither the smell for weeks to come? I vividly recall walking by our fire-gutted neighborhood movie theatre when I was four or five years old, and holding my breath because the odor was so offensive to me. It was such a relief the first time we passed and I smelled fresh paint instead of charred seats and rafters.
Do not like fire! Did not want!
After checking out the photos of ballerinas in the link in this comment by Andrew at my previous post, I did the things enumerated in my reply to him, and then ran across this brief YouTube delight (not the same video linked in my reply) from the inimitable (sorry, Babs) Fanny Brice. She humorously blurs the line between coloratura and cackle. If only she were around now to parody the likes of Celine Dion and Mariah Carey!