This blog post is going to be a mess, but I wanted to shoot out an update. As many of you know I live in Southern California. Today, the wild fires showed up knocking on my front door. Literally. I had already canceled on the planned So. Cal. Blogger meet-up and in my fretting state, I had the sense to gather up our personal papers. I did not have time to pack clothes. The Boyfriend and I evacuated our apartment around noon today with our personal papers, the clothes on our back, some T-shirts and undies in a garbage bag, the CPU tower to our desktop and our laptop.
I also saved the two library books I checked out Thursday. That should please my boss, and Kristie J since one of them was Broken Wing by Judith James.
So I ended up at the So. Cal. Blogger meet up after all. My Man and I are currently staying at Rosie's. Bless her soul, I owe her BIG TIME! In the morning we'll reassess. As of this typing? All we know is what we've seen on the news, and it doesn't look good. Longtime blog readers - remember our old apartment that went condo? Yeah, in flames. Another complex a couple miles away? Heavy loses. Given that we're in the same neighborhood. Not good. I'm praying we only get smoke damage, but at this point it's very likely we've lost everything.
I'm not a religious person. I believe in a higher power and strive to be a decent human being - and that's always seemed to work for me in the past. Right now, I'm praying to every deity I know of and then some.
My Man has been a rock. From helping the little old lady whose key was stuck in her car lock, to calming down my hysterics, to not cracking under pressure. He's tired now. And worried. Hell, he should be. We might be looking for a new place to live tomorrow.
But the important thing is we're safe. We love each other. The rest of that shit is just stuff. We can always buy more stuff.