The air was very still this morning ... but full, once again, of goodness knows what. This is looking towards Altadena. There are meant to be mountains there. They were not visible.
And, then, the winds - so far, nothing beyond breezy: please, please can they stay that way (though even breeze will blow that toxic stuff towards us). My phone pinged sometime around 1.15 p.m.: there was a fire in Griffith Park - just below the Observatory, so just over a mile from here. So we very calmly corralled the cats into one room; I gathered up my bag and computer, and we were ready to flee - but efficiently, a helicopter dumped water on it, and ground crews bashed it out. But thank goodness the winds weren't strong. It was an arsonist, and the police caught and detained him - but that's precisely what one fears, all the time.
It was distracting - not that there wasn't enough other distracting stuff going on, if we had turned on the television (I resisted doing so for a long while - just checking in to the Guardian website to catch up on the worst - though what the very worst might be is hard to say ...).
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