Last night, there were lightning storms like nothing I've ever seen. The fires are mostly contained. Things could be worse, but it's heartbreaking in its own way to know over 85,000 acres were burned. The smoke and haze in the air cast everything in strange colors, including the flashes. Tonight's skies look ripe for more. More rain would be good.
Gurtie brought me a bat. I think she grows to love me, a little.