Wildfires in British Columbia have been a bummer for residents in Washington State. It's like going late to a seafood buffet dinner, and getting whatever is left at the bottom of each warming pan, knowing full well that someone with a tuberculotic cough may well have hacked on the room-temperature shrimp you are now heaping onto your plate. But you keep serving yourself those Boogers From The Sea, because you don't have a choice - you are there, that's all that is available to eat, and the Uber driver that brought you to your digestive roller coaster has already left to pick up a hipster with a boner for a kale salad at an all-night Community Sensitivity Awareness function.
During my half-hour drive to work this morning, the smokey haze was so thick, it looked like fog. Later, around 7:30 in the morning, I poked my head out of the office, and here's what I saw:
Yeah, at 7:30 in the morning. Not a cloud in the sky, but enough haze to turn the sky from blue to a perpetual sunrise, and to
discolor the sun.
The smoke issue has been tough on my already-screwed up respiratory system (still recovering from a bout of bronchial pneumonia). I do, though have a secret weapon, thanks to the BP.
Fortunately, the weather is supposed to become better, but damn, it hasn't been a fun week.
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