It is hard to breathe this morning

and I wonder yet again how people manage to live in the tropics. We have had one small shower of rain - so small it will not even register on the official gauges. All it has left us with are a clearing sky and very high humidity.  At 8:30am it is already 31'C outside.
I do not do well in this sort of weather. The Senior Cat does not do well in this sort of weather. 
There are still 44 units working on the big fire in the hills behind us. Those in charge are worried that the weather will deteriorate and cause it to increase in size again. They are concerned that other fires may take hold.
And in all of that arsonists struck a school. They managed to destroy the administration block and some vital facilities. There is smoke damage to at least six more classrooms. The principal and the teachers are back at work now trying to clear the mess in the smoke damaged classrooms and work out how to carry on when school resumes at the end of January.
Many years ago arsonists hit the school my mother was the principal of. They didn't manage to do quite so much damage but I saw the devastated looks on the faces of the small children when I went out to help clear up the mess. They had lost things they treasured - like their library. It was "replaced" but it was never the same. People lost heart. It was not the first time it had happened in an area where there were a lot of social problems. It was very hard for the parents to raise any money for the "extras". The children simply had to go without.
I wonder what the arsonists were thinking? What sort of pleasure did they get from their actions?