I Smell Smoke

 

California Bob reports from San Francisco:

'Come to California,' they said.  'The living is good,' they said.

Elsa woke me up in the middle of the night.  "What's the matter?" I asked.  "Get up, it's 9AM," she said.  Pitch black outside.

It's now 11:45 in the morning and still awfully dark outside.  Evil orange hue in the sky.  Wildfire smoke high in the atmosphere.  The dog seems worried but calm.  Fortunately there's actually minimal smoke down here at ground level, we can still breathe.  For now.