One latte and she's anyone's

My plans to embrace celibacy for the next few weeks have fallen quickly by the wayside. Ian* showed up early this morning with a vanilla latte, and one thing led to another, and it seemed like a pretty good idea at the time. I showed up at work slightly late, but in a better mood than usual.

Although my own workday hasn't gone downhill as yet, I'm rather worried about my friends in Jack County, as a large and fast-moving grass fire is headed their way. It's moving too quickly for anyone to attempt damage control by plowing a few rows with a tractor (this is called cutting a fire line; it sometimes but doesn't always stop a fire). I'm not sure they even own a tractor anyway.

All they have is a mess of rescued critters: cats, dogs, horses an elderly donkey and even a few pesky goats. My friend is always threatening to turn them into cabrito when they break into her cat food stash, but they never take her seriously.

* See Key to Characters at right.