It’s hard to breathe here with four wildfires burning at the same time. The triple-digit temperatures are not helping. As I did errands in Pasadena on Friday, I was in awe of the cafe latte-colored smoke blooming north of the city in La Canada Flintridge. For the first time in seven years, I didn’t have to rush to cover it; my tenure as an L.A. Times reporter ended Thursday. It felt a little bittersweet. I was curious about what was happening on the front lines. I wondered what people up there were packing into their cars as they evacuated. But I was relieved I didn’t have to stop what I was doing and run into the danger. Instead I could go home, think about what I would pack if the fire burned our way, and put some distance between me and those uncontrollable, unpredictable flames. Of course, the irony is the new job that starts Monday is actually in La Canada. I’ll be heading towards fire lines anyway.