smoke bad

Bad bad smoke around here today. There's several fires in Northern California. It looks almost foggy outside, even though we aren't within 100 miles or so of any of the fires (as far as I know, anyways).

My eyes are burning, my throat is bothering me, and I'm feeling rather nervous - and that's here inside the building, which has air filteration. Outside is worse. I think we may have to get out of Davis tonight.

Too bad I left a window open at home. I hope the cats aren't freaking out.

Mmm...15 minutes till 5. I should stay longer, but I'm not gonna today. I want to get out of here. I know that the smoke situation won't improve any when I leave (and will probably get worse). I still want to get out of here. Move. Feel like I'm doing something about it.

Instinctive flight reaction?

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This evening after work, I was dozing. In that strange semiconscious state about 3/4 of the way to sleep, my brain decided that the fact that he was not here yet meant that he would not be showing up at all.

After all, why not? It's happened too often before.

Coming back to consciousness, I realized that this was stupid. I don't think he's that type, and he knows it's something I'm sensitive about.

But apparently my subconscious remained unconvinced of that.

He did show up, of course. It was just bad traffic, and he didn't have my home phone number to call.

The smoke has largely cleared up, so I can breathe and see again. And smell yummy food being cooked.

Relaxing feels so good.