I hope I'M still standing when the smoke clears...I couldn't imagine living closer to this fire. The air tastes like soot, I'm constantly coughing, and I find myself wanting a York peppermint patty or something.
Another day of bringing a shitload of stuff home from the old workplace. Note to self...only small knick-knacks at the new workplace, for easy packing.
Hey, Laura Ingalls Wilder gave her husband four YEARS to get their act together in the Dakotas before she insisted they try Missouri. Four years in Oakland sounds like a death sentence to me.
I'll soon find out.