Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

Another day of little light, an orangish cast, and bad air. It's supposed to get horrible on the weekend. We were going to see our older son, his wife and our four year old grandson, but no dice. I did my exercise video and our groceries arrived, and I ordered my grandson's birthday gifts. I tried to order something for my granddaughter from a catalogue, but their website is totally messed up and ordering by phone involved a long wait. The only sensible thing to do is call a friend and bother her. Last night my husband and I watched "Skyscraper" with Dwayne Johnson, but all the fires looked no worse than our west coast, and at least they were confined to one building. Big deal. Disaster movies can't scare me. I'm LIVING a disaster film. However, I can't figure out any heroics that would help, so I guess I'm back to writing postcards. I feel like a dinosaur right after the meteor hit, as my three year old grandson likes to describe. Shrouded skies, impending doom, you know. Going extinct. Well I guess I was doing that anyway, but I thought it would be more gradual.