My "shift" just ended. I still can't fall asleep though. Things seem really eerily quiet. The air is going to get worse before it gets better. I stepped outside and there's a lot of particulate matter coming down. That can't be good for my lungs.
The reports of things keep on getting grimmer and grimmer bit by bit. The fire's getting really close to a development where a number of my friends live. Hopefully it'll not be an issue.
It's a bit daunting even being issued an "advisory evacuation warning" where I'm at. I have been before, indeed a part of town I was in was issued a mandatory evacuation order, uniformed cop and all, but I've never thought of where
I live as a place where fires were a possibility. I'm still quite sure things are fine though.
It's a bit funny to think 36 hours ago I was jumping rope outside thinking about how beautiful the day was and planning out my week. Essentially everything is the same-old, same-old in the end though.
San Diego is beautiful. SoCal as a whole is beautiful. This is the price that people pay sometimes. It is a steep one.
We'll be fine. Until FEMA shows up. Then, I fear, San Diego is screwed.
Either way I'm packed and ready to go, although the way it looks if the fire gets to me, it'll have surrounded the exit ways to to the north, east, and south.
Thank G-d I can swim.
