Alternate title was going to be "Ashhole".
As we got on our flight home from NYC people kept talking about "the fires". I make it a habit to not follow the news when I am away from home, so I was all, "huh?"
As we got close to landing we could see the fires out by Big Bear from the window of the plane. All I could say was it made me feel so sad.
So for the last few days we've been covered in ash from the fires. Though it's been around 90°+ outside, we've kept the house closed up tight to keep the ash outside. Lyle hosed down the house, yard, driveway and the cars to get the latest layers off.
Still, very sad.