September 11th, 2021

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Reset Thirty-Three, Day Five

If there was more rain early Friday morning I slept through it, or it never got hard enough to be heard inside the apartment. By the time I got up at two o'clock in the afternoon the day had grown sunny, and the smell of dampness was gone even from the shadiest part of the backyard. The little bit of rain overnight did little for the fire situation, and lightning strikes started at least three new fires, though those have been contained. Meanwhile, the Dixie Fire has reached 950,000 acres, and looks very much like it will burn long enough to become the largest fire in California history (it's already the largest fire from a single ignition, the only bigger one having been started in multiple locations by lightning strikes.)

There was no temptation to nap Friday, and dinner was a simple microwaved affair of Yakisoba noodles suitable to a warm evening. I remembered to check the mailbox, and to water the back yard, so I'm caught up on those. The mail has to be checked every day, of course, so caught up probably isn't the right word for that, but then I did miss it for the two previous days so maybe it is the right word. Don't expect me to make sense this time of the morning, I need to get to sleep.

There's undoubtedly something I ought to be planning for in the near future, but damned if I can think of what it might be at this moment. Dawn is about to crack, and then break, and then spill all over the place. I want my eyes to be closed when that happens. It's scary.