Blue Dog, Gray Sky.

California is on fire, and it isn’t a surprise – it hasn’t rained here in seven months.

I appreciate all the people back east who’ve checked in on me. I’m fine. I luckily live in a grid of streets by the beach, so fire is never a problem here. But smoke is blocking out the sun and the air smells burnt. 

People in the valley, north of LA, are not so lucky. My friend Julie, who lives in Pasadena, has been asked to evacuate. As if the quarantine wasn’t difficult enough. Now she has to flee her home. 

Let’s all think good thoughts.