For the past few days, there’s been a fire at Burns Bog – how’s that for irony? It’s a peat fire, too, so that means it’ll be a bitch to put out, and if it goes underground it could smoulder for months. There’s been a haze of stank smoke over the city since it started, just generally moving back and forth depending on the wind. It was so bad a couple of days ago I was sitting at work, spending all my energy on not trying to retch. Erk.
I’m trying hard to not care, but time’s moving on and our moving date is fast approaching – it’s like Christmas, except I care about this. It’s been forever since I really jumped up and down and counted the sleeps until December 25th. I’ll just try to remember that it’ll take me longer to get to work from our new place than it does from here. Meh, I’m still excited. Now if I can only keep the smoke from making me yark.
