Spooky out there.

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It is 92, which is odd.  As I left the house, I was focused on the thermometer.  The temperature almost never goes down in the afternoon, not until the sun begins waning.  And it doesn't cool quickly at even that.  So, I was a bit taken aback.  I had to blink, and take stock around me.

Then, it... looked like clouds.  But... not.  Hazy.  Then, it became peculiar.  It isn't, or mostly, clouds?  It was like fog, but it couldn't be fog.  I am almost thinking there is a huge fire somewhere?  Somewhere very close?  Very strange.  And, unhealthy.  I got the sense that this isn't something I should be in.  It did smell smoky.  Those, is it a fire?  Or an inversion?  Too many vehicles, the precise weather conditions, and this?  Maybe.  But it is spooky out there.

If I had a way to shelter the animals, I would.  I just don't have anything I could do for them.  Animals seem heartier?  Or... live shorter lives so long term poisons and such don't build up enough to harm them as much?  Still, I worry about the critters in my care.  Sometimes, however, there is nothing I can do.

It is 85 in the computer room, 77 in the main room, a little cooler out back.  I may go on up and begin working on Japanese, where it is cool if not quiet.  Fans are loud, but worth the noise.  I'll turn on the other ac, too, while up there.  When it cools, possibly after a nap, after studies, I will do a second round of chores.  It isn't much, but it is something.  I do try.  I do what I can.  Later.