Taken with my crappy cell camera while waiting at a stoplight over the weekend.  And keep in mind that I just came back from Iceland.

I knew it was crazy hot, but thermometers are often off by at least a few degrees, of course. I had to check when I got home — and yup, it was 110 in much of the Valley, 112 in Woodland Hills.  Somebody driving through across the Malibu hills could experience a 30-degree jump in about twenty minutes.

We get heat waves like this from time to time. But not usually during football season.  This is new. 

And certainly a heck of a welcome back from Iceland.  Kinda like the last time I came home from a long trip, arriving on the night of the Hollywood fires after two months in the Caribbean.

Sweet home, Los Angeles…