So hot that I received a text from my neighbor yesterday morning as I was on my way to San Diego. The smoke alarm in my bedroom had been going off from 6:30 to 8:30 a.m. Poor Ricky had been stuck in the room with it the whole time.
Sorry, Ricky, and thanks so much to my neighbor for getting into my place and yanking that alarm off the wall. And for leaving it for me to smash with a hammer.
