Just Like the Showdown

As the fires have crept closer to San Diego the smoke has gotten worse, the sky darker, and the light weaker. There is no fresh air to be had. Everything is covered with soot, and everyone's eyes are burning. Its just like being at the Showdown on a Thursday night.

Our house is full of refugees. Among them is Josh whose flight to Lima, Peru was cancelled because an air-traffic control tower had to be evacuated. There is also my brother's girlfriend Rachel and her two cats and dog. She got here just before the city shut down the freeway out to her house.