Last weekend, the Human snapped these two pictures. She couldn't imagine the city would ever have such bad air again. But then the Air Quality Index moved in the wrong direction, from Yellow to Orange to Red to Purple, and she sank into a whiny little funk. She stopped taking pictures, stopped helping me blog, and then she kinda stopped leaving the house altogether. Finally she had a talk with herself about perspective: People 150 miles north lost their lives, their loved ones, their animals, their homes, and in the case of the ironically-named Paradise, their whole little town. So she ordered herself to stop the whining, and more or less succeeded. Then today, a gentle NW wind came along and lightened the poisonous atmosphere over San Francisco, though sadly not over most other Bay Area regions. But it's a start, and believe me, we'll take it.
And as for me? Well, I say, Wake me when our Fog returns.