Burning Down the House

John drove back to the motorhome this morning to meet the tow truck, but the motorhome was nowhere to be found. At first, we thought maybe David Copperfield had performed some feat of magic and made it disappear, and that would have been awesome because then he could bring it back, unscathed. Unfortunately, that is not what the world had in store for us today.

Sometime last night, or this morning, the fucking thing caught fire. Yes, I said fire.

Not our RV, but you get the idea....

We have yet to see it, but apparently the fire department tore the door off to get in and broke a window for airflow. The fire was in the motor and the entirety of the inside was filled with smoke. They are supposed to release it tomorrow after they are finished investigating. I’m thinking a smoking cat crawled up in the engine for some privacy and got one hell of a surprise when he spontaneously combusted. I jest, but what the fuck else can I do, at this point?

Anyway, for your listening pleasure this evening, here’s a song apropos for the situation…

Burning Down the House by The Talking Heads

And in the immortal words of Eeyore:

“It's snowing still," said Eeyore gloomily."So it is." "And freezing." "Is it?" "Yes," said Eeyore. "However," he said, brightening up a little, "we haven't had an earthquake lately.” Stay sane, friends. I will need you once my insanity hits full force, which should be soon. .