And our lungs. And in our throats.
I was looking forward to a nice, long mosey this morning, but we have poor air quality due to the wildfires up in Canada. Not that horrible, murky, yellow stuff that settled over New York a while back, but it's still visible and you can smell the fires. Of course the winds have died down just as we need them to blow this stuff on out to the Atlantic. Fortunately the longer term forecast is calling for a series of rain storms that should help with the fires and the smoke. It's really discouraging when your HEPA filters' warning lights say there are unsafe levels of particulate matter in the air. Indoors. With the windows closed. We'll be back to wearing N95's indoors and out. My condo association is planning a second attempt at holding an election this evening. I have a nice little speech prepared on the realities of receivership, about which it appears I'm the only one who knows anything. My cockatiel knows more about it than my neighbors at this point because I've been rehearsing at her. I'm already a bit hoarse, and I expect things to be worse this evening. So much for yelling. However this meeting turns out, I think I'll open that pint of ice cream in my freezer when I get home. Either I'll be drowning my sorrows (because I've been elected to the board or nobody's been elected and we're still careening down the road to receivership) or I'll be celebrating (we're not heading toward receivership at the moment). I note that if I'm elected, I will be both celebrating and drowning my sorrows - which is kinda par for the course for board service. Comments are closed.
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