Nothing much to report today, and not expecting much for tomorrow, either; apparently Oregon decided it wanted to show solidarity with California by spontaneously combusting.
We’re not on the evac list, yet, but we are on warning. Which means we’re all sitting around on pins and needles, afraid to do anything for fear you’re not going to be ready when the call comes and you have to decide what parts of your life are important enough to cram into the truck alongside yourself and your two cats.
Not great for the mental health, and that’s not even touching on what the raining ash is doing to my already compromised lungs.
Hopefully this will pass, and I can get back to work on Distressed, but we’ll see.
Stay safe, everyone.
Insomniac Nightmares 
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