These Times

I was going to write a nice post about things I've been enjoying outside, but then last week happened. First we had a heat spell. These are pretty normal in the Bay Area. They are unpleasant because we, like most people around here, don't have AC. So our house gets pretty hot, and its unconformable. In non-pandemic times we can go somewhere else with AC. So this was unpleasant but not to bad.

Then we had thunderstorm. That was weird. Thuderstorms are rare here to start with, and it never rains in the bay area in August. But the lightning started a bunch of wildfire. So now the entire Bay Area and beyond is cover in smoke. We are lucky and its mostly stayed below the "unhealthy" level where we are. But its bad enough that we have to keep the windows closed and limit out door actives. The air smells like smoke. We have a bunch of air purifiers and they are running in all the rooms we normally spend time in. At least now its cooled down so its only smokey instead of hot and smokey.

But I hate this, I hate feeling trapped and helpless. We are living in slow moving climate apocalypse. It seems like this kind of smoke and fire is the new normal. It's been happening every year for the last three years, but this the earliest its happened. The feeling of creeping doom is hard to live with.