The whole area is quickly covered with a nasty smoky haze limiting visibility to 7-13 feet. This morning when I woke up my lips smacked of sulphur.
Here is a picture I took out of the front window at 11:43 p.m. last night.
Later, I swear the neighbors were firing guns into the air and shouting like excited Iraqis. Luckily the air machine in the bedroom makes a delightful whooshing noise that drowns out gunfire.
God bless our patriot neighbors, and God bless the United States of America. Amen.
