Well. Fires are still being fought.
It’s still scary.
The mountains behind us have not lit up – and that’s a good thing. It feels like that’s the only thing not on fire between here and Mexico. The skies are overcast, but you know it’s not clouds – it’s gunk from the fires, coming from both directions. We’re in the middle of it all you see.
My grandmother, grandfather, great-grandmother, great-grandfather, and two uncles, and two aunts’ graves are currently threatened. That makes me very sad.
My parents are out of town.
I’m NOT going to tell mom that grandma might get the cremation she didn’t want. That would just be too much.
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