The sultry afternoon smoke has drifted away and the night air is cool enough to bring indoors, but I felt too nauseated to eat much on Tuesday, let alone cook anything, so I really don't feel like sitting here writing either. I finally ate a few Ritz crackers with peanut butter, and they didn't help. I'm going to lie down and see if I can read for a while instead of tossing my crackers. California has not yet burned completely, so I guess I have nothing significant to say anyway. I just hope I don't feel like crap again today.