Wow, I thought the smoke was bad yesterday, and it was, but nothing like this morning. I can't even see the edges of my property, let alone the hills. Feelings on days like this are a mixed bag of relief and sorrow...relief because it is just smoke, sorrow because others are suffering the fear and devastation of the raging fires to the north.
Tissues were close at hand all day as eyes dripped and nose leaked. It was even hard to take a deep breath. I don't need a crystal ball to tell me today is going to be more of the same, or worse.
I was still at the computer in the morning when a car came up the drive. Turned out to be two deputies who were patrolling in the event of looters (bastards!) and had seen my open door. It gave me a chance to thank them for all they're doing.
Florence came in the afternoon on one of her mercy missions. I'll never be able to thank her enough for bringing groceries and other needed supplies, plus it's grand to see my friend even for a short visit. Not only did she bring necessities (which always includes bananas), she handed me a bag with a McDonald's burger and fries! I can't count how many years it's been, and I shamelessly bit in, relishing every morsel.
I don't mind watching reruns on TV, but I could do without a repeat of smoke-filled air. Drip. Sniff.
Stay safe. Be well.
1 comment:
Oh MAN, I'm so, so sorry for the fires and horrible smoke. Hope the animals can breathe, too. But yay for Florence!!!
Post a Comment