Come Hell or High Water
It is day five of firestorm. The phrase "hot as hell" has taken on new meaning, as 90 degree weather couples with an actual wall of fire on the hills four and a half miles away. The lighting is orange and apocalyptic, the air is thick and dirty, and my black car has collected a nice coating of ash. Schools are closed and our postman wore a mask today since the air quality is bad enough that a few minutes outside makes your lungs burn.
Meanwhile, life in Orange County goes on as (almost) normal. The self-destructive high schoolers who live up the hill looked like an emphysema public service announcement as they sat outside in the smoke today- and smoked. And we, the Davis', decided to become the kind of people who dress their animals up for Halloween. It is a slippery slope, but we have decided to brave it, opting for a nautical theme. Abigail will be a sailor girl, and Inky will be a lobster.
Outside (day 1):