Unless … maybe if the tree was also on fire.

And I’m not going that far for a good photo.  I’ve got enough problems.

So I hit the supermarket last night because I NEEDED fresh meat. (I’m part velociraptor. 23andMe says so. I even wrote it in on the census.)

Let me tell you something — Roanokers are 100 percent diligent in maintaining the recommended six feet of distance. And on top of that, they’re STILL polite and good-natured. My neighbors are smart, classy people.

And I’m doing my best to blend in … I think they’ve mistaken me for one of their own.