As soon as I stepped outside the house, it hit me.
The overwhelming scent of fire.
One thing was clear: Something had burned during the night.
I drove to work and was walking to my building when I got a text from Barbara.
“Hope your family in Santa Rosa is safe.”
Was there a shooter? An earthquake? What happened?
I immediately called Barbara back.
“There’s fires in Santa Rosa,” she told me. “It’s bad.”
I immediately got on the phone and tried to reach my birth mom.
In my haste, I inadvertently walked into a crosswalk that was closed due to construction, incurring the wrath of a very tall, beet faced man.
He was waving his arms at me wildly.
I stepped out of the crosswalk but he continued to make wild gestures at me.
So this is how the day is going to go.
First, the fires, and now an angry construction worker.
I burst into tears.