...not quite (i hope) Revelations 8: one-third of the earth was burned up, one-third of the trees was burned up, and all the green grass was burned up. but, damn if most of my favorite spots aren't underneath a scary fire icon (that on mouseover indicate 3 - 5% contained!)
(so far no hail mixed with blood - thank goodness. I'm just NOT ready...)
and I'd been so excited last weekend when I was in the hills kayaking enthusiastically towards the thunder and lighting and have been pretending the smoke was like those humideastcoastwhatkindofweatherisit days and for awhile was relieved to just HAVE 'weather' as if next up were fireflies lifting off the darkening park grasses like i used to love more than anything.
what a dolt.
wish there was sumphin' i could DO besides commit to a very dull, sparkler-free 4th of July which I do forthwith - as notarized by the Understudy to the First Angel of Revelations, (who mostly is still practicing the trumpet - which is hard when it's so smoky).
