Smoke is no exception to the rule that the sequel is always worse. Probably because of the wind direction, the smoke from a new batch of forest fires surrounds us. The smell is the worst yet. The basalt hills are not yet completely screened out, but this time we are surrounded on all sides. It’s thick. Effie of course wants to be out in Effieland. I picked some catnip sprigs for her to eat indoors. She was momentarily compensated but now wishes to be let out again.
It’s going to be kind of a day here. . . .
Effie looks longingly through the window at her beloved Effieland and I try to combine consolation with my chores. She caught and ate a tiny bug, which brought her transitory happiness.