UPDATE: There are not one, not two, not three, but FOUR fires in the county, totaling more than 5,500 acres. And the winds are gusting at 50 mph. Ick.
So much for 24-hour news.
I've been smelling smoke all night, a pleasant aromatic smoke carried on strong winds. Eventually, though, it became too strong and carried on too long for us to ignore, so at 4:20 a.m. Mr. Trillwing and I went outside to investigate.
And holy hell, it appears the world has burned up. The air is dingy. The lights in the parking lot reveal thick white smoke. It was hard to breathe, and ash clotted in my eyes. After one minute outdoors, I'm still laboring a bit for breath.
So Mr. Trillwing turns on the TV, and I start checking all the news sites. Nada.
We closed the bedroom window (the only open window), and yet everything in the apartment, especially the bedroom, smells of smoke.
It's going to be a great day.
How are things where you are?