Wine and some drugs. Seriously.
It’s Friday. You know, TGIF and all that good stuff, right? Well, my quiet afternoon in the office turned into a moment of psychosis when I got a call from my landlord telling me that the condo below me had caught fire. Only after I started freaking out on him (I dropped a few f bombs like the poorly behaved young lady that I am) did he tell me it was on their deck, and that the fire men had to break into my outdoor storage unit just to check. Thanks buddy, you could have told me that FIRST!
At any rate, I came home to a scared puppy and a scared kitty, and a lovely haze in my condo, but that was it! I am just beside myself happy about that, and the fact that no one was hurt, nor was their any damage to people’s personal belongings. I do, however, feel bad for the renter downstairs…
That’s what you can see looking down from my deck (which has been checked for safety by the Fire Department, just so ya know). The open wall is where her storage unit is. You can’t see it, but her hot water heater is in there. Mine is directly above hers.
We all use Natural Gas for hot water and heat. The main line runs right into the storage unit.
In a fiber related thought – I am very glad that I choose to keep my yarn in ziplock baggies. I know that some folks think it’s a no-no, but I’m glad my yarn doesn’t smell like a campfire! Could the couch and love seat smell like one? Yup, sure could. Could my clothes smell like one? Yup, sure could.