Since I didn’t want to look like an idiot while the lady in the red Miata drove by, I snapped this picture of the fog rolling in. We haven’t seen fog in Ferndale for a week, but it’s finally back. Last night, even at 2:30 it was fairly warm outside, and wearing fire turnouts it was too hot. When I got back home after the call, I had to open the window in our bedroom to cool off. In all the time we’ve lived in Ferndale, that was the first night I slept with the window open.
Sophie’s back, safe at home, with a bit of temporary auxillary plumbing installed. At least she doesn’t have to wear a cone on her head.