Your Powers Are Weak, Old Man!

I am Stumbly McSlow this fine afternoon... Excedrin and caffeine have restored some of my powers of movement, but I won't be riverdancing any time soon.

Late Saturday night we had a call for a house fire in a neighboring township, and quite contrary to routine it was an actual, honest, fully-involved structural blaze. We worked on it for a good three hours, came home, cleaned up, and dispersed... only to get paged out again at the crack of dawn for a suspected "rekindle" at the same location. Wh