FIRE

 The blazing structure is the Wild Ginger Inn, about a yard from the fence that separates them from us. In other words, we were evacuated at 2am because it looked like our apartment house was going to be ablaze.

I could not get my cats to leave the apartment. Usually I can't force them to stay inside and the one time I'm begging them to leave, they hide from me. I had to evacuate without them and I called Carolyn from my car, sobbing, sure I left my cats to die.

I can't even ... this is the second fire we had to deal with within a year. Our neighbors, once again, were on the ball and kept everyone moving and safe. I get on a plane tomorrow and I feel like the universe wanted to remind me what real trauma is. The problem is that I'm so fucking done with these moments.

But we are all fine. We are all alive and well. I don't know if there were any casualties in last night's fire (I pray not). 

Anyway, the blog will be radio silent for over a week. I fly out tomorrow for 9 days of family time. Apparently I'm a trauma magnet.

(And thank you Carolyn for listening to me freak out last night. You have no idea how much of a safe space you provided(