Last evening, on the way to the hospital, I was passed by a variety of emergency vehicles. A few blocks later, I drove into a cloud of choking smoke; apparently there was a house fire, and temperature inversions kept the smoke close to the ground. Nasty. It was apparently half a block away on a cross street; I kept going to avoid stimulating my asthma.
Once home, my beloved and I left for a food truck event; the normal one we've attended in Rowland Heights. This time, there were several trucks we thought were worth trying; I ate at Slummin' Gourmet (lobster corn dog with various sauces; curly fries with garlic and manchego cheese), and it was delicious. I could have eaten three or four more of their entrees, but I didn't. I got dessert from a waffle truck whose name I can't recall, sorry. Good.