Stank

 Yesterday the smoke from the California fires got mixed into the front that brought us rain.  The air stank of wet smoke, tasted like when a pan is left on the stove and burns, a mud pie of ashes. Horrible, to go out to smell fresh rain and get a lung full of damp toxic fumes. 

It stayed like that overnight. Improved through the morning. Still not great, but we'll take whatever air we can get.  And the rain is still welcome, the garden doesn't care that much about the cremated and aerosolized remains of their woody brethren.  Plants are just fine with cannibalism, really.

Yesterday was a bit difficult, a training session with one person that went on way too long, and altogether too pointlessly, shoving out my lunch (which I didn't quite realize until I got home.) Three and a half hours. Really dispiriting. Today was much better. Slowly making progress. Still stumbling a lot, but less. And an online class that was actually pertinent, interesting and important, and only two hours.