California Burning

Scotland's burning,
Scotland's burning
Look out
Look out
Fire, Fire, Fire, Fire
Pour on water
Pour on water.

That old jump rope song has been running through my mind all day.  I wish I knew enough Scottish history to get the reference.  You know, the way Ring around the rosie is about the Plague.  Do you think some day there will be a childhood song about the Pandemic?  Or will it be a meme.
   .. Anyway, today the air in my sealed room got so bad I actually considered calling 911.  When my grandson asked if I needed to go to the hospital, I gasped, "Not a chance.  I am not paying 90 for an ER visit for one day of oxygen."  Or I could probably get an ambulance service to bring me some.  That would cost about $3000.
     So, what's to be done instead?  I sat on the toilet while running the shower until the steam was as bad as the smoke.  I feel as if I have been smoking all day, and I do have COPD.
    Right now it's much better.  Cooler, and I can breathe lying down.  The other thing this day caused me to do was pray.  For the dead.  For the terrified. For the parents who survived but whose child died. For the child who died curled up with his pet.  For the granny who died alone. For all the families grieving the losses. From the fires  and from the Pandemic.
       Is the year over yet?
Because it's been 1,984 days long so far.
     I wish you deep peace.  I send you angels and ministers of grace. I send you love.  And I hop you live in conscious contact with your higher power.



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