California is on fire.
Well, to be honest, I’m pretty sure other states are on fire as well. However California’s fire season this year has proven brutal, and it’s only getting started. As I type this, it’s overcast and mildly tinted orange outside. Is it because today is a temperate day? Nope. Is it because of poor air quality? Yup.
For those of you who don’t know, I grew up in the high desert. I was in the middle of fire season country. Every year we’d pack boxes of things we’d want to take with us if we had to evacuate, and tuck them away in the car in case we had to leave quickly. I grew used to wetting down our house and that sticks with me today. Every July 4th I spend an hour wetting down our lawn and our house just in case a rogue rocket ends up on our lawn. So far? It has served me well.
Anyway I’m not trying to be flippant. Fire season here is awful, and I have so much love for the brave people who are out there battling multiple fires, and trying to save as much as they can. However this season, coupled with the terrible news the last few days, has put me back into a funk. If I’m not around here for a while please understand it’s for my own mental health. 2020 has been an unkind year, so I’m trying to be as kind to myself as I possibly can.
Did I mention I’m looking forward to the end of the year? Well, now I’m also looking forward to rain. Bring on the cold weather, mother nature. I’m ready.
