A great plume of smoke is rising from the forest almost directly across the Feather River from my neighborhood now. Oddly, the first thought which crosses my mind is that the spanish word for feather is pluma.
The fire seems to have moved quite a way north during the night. It was drifting south, yesterday. Or perhaps a new fire has started. So far, no tanker planes are flying over the house. I should probably expect them soon, though.
Computer crapped out on me again. Error message reading "The COMCTL.DLL file cannot start." For a while, it looked as though even "scanreg.exe /fix" wasn't going to bail me out this time. But it finally started working again. For how long? Probably not very.
Sluggo's ongoing dementia may be unimportant, however, if this place finally ends up a charred mass. I'm going to take a walk down to the canyon, to see if I can get a look at whatever is going on on the other side. The trees will probably block my view, though. As long as there are trees. And, if we have to evacuate, Sluggo will not be among the things I take with me. I'd much rather keep the cats.