Fires rage about us, and Missoula has gone from mostly orange to that shade of blue that comes out of your car after Jiffy Lube sells you on the injector cleaner. There will be no Combat! blog today, because I did other stuff and am inexplicably sleepy. Everybody is. The Missoula valley is like the garage of a beeper salesman, filling with smoke as it lulls us into a restful end to our working days. Pray for wind, if you and God are still speaking to each other, and meet me back here Monday.