Natural Gas

This is the dog.
This is the dog who shares my bed.
Or should I say, this is the dog who allows me to share his bed.
And this is the dog who, single handedly, could be a source of enough natural gas to power the world well into the next decade.

This is the air filter.
This is the air filter that I bought a couple of weeks ago during the big fires out here.
Although the fires have abated, at least for now, I keep the air filter running.
For it seems that it has the power to suck dog gas into it's filter and emit clear air.

Three cheers for Hepa Filters!

Thirty posts in thirty days. This is day 3.

Ready, Aim, Fire!

Fire season in Southern California is upon us again. Mix a year of drought with sunny weather, add wind. Sometimes a sparking electrical wire, and sometimes human intervention - aka arson - and this is the result.



As is usual with Los Angeles area wildfires, as the crow flies, I'm close. But because of the location of my home, I am not and will not be in any danger. Unless you consider smoke inhalation combined with an asthmatic condition danger. Then I have a problem.

For the wind in the case of this particular fire is taking the smoke directly over where I live. My whole home smells burnt; it's raining ashes outside, and visually it's a cross between an extremly smoggy day and fog. Freeways have been shut down because of the smoke, and as I understand it, one motorist died due to a lack-of-visibility accident.

My air filter is on high, but does not seem to be doing the trick. As soon as I hear from Eric, I will head to Home Depot and see if they still have Hepa Filters on the shelves. They tend to sell out quickly this time of year, but if there's still one there, I will buy a second.

Breatheable air is a precious comodity.