It was a beautiful afternoon. That ended quickly. The sunny day became a sun we can’t see anymore. We’re nowhere near the flames, which are going up mostly on federal lands, but when you’re dealing with so many fires and three of which spanning a combined 550,000 acres (850 square miles) you don’t have to be. The wind that was annoying us earlier by rattling doors and shades was apparently enough to bring it here.
I had to take my contacts out because my eyes sting. Our noses are stuffed up. I took the dog for a walk and half an hour left me winded. Cigarettes are hardly necessary. I’m getting a headache.
Living out here, we’re immune from hurricanes. Tornadoes aren’t much of a concern. Earthquakes are a possibility but nothing of grand consequence. Even blizzards are rare. But everywhere is vulnerable for something.
I washed the cars just yesterday. I’d thought to myself “They’ve halted the work next door, apparently. It’s been a while since we’ve had a fire. The cars are all covered with… stuff.”
Murphy messed up. When you wash your car, it’s supposed to rain.