I was awake, but I already knew this was a day I didn’t want.
My eyes were still shut, as if they were already bracing themselves.
My brain kept insisting it was time to get up, while (what remains of) my emotional side nudged me back to sleep.
My nose was running and I kept sneezing. This wasn’t normal.
My brain opened my eyes at 7:17am. Through the bedroom window, I could see nothing but an orange/brown darkness. Welcome to northern California on Sept. 9.
The apocalyptic symbolism was hard to escape. This was the end. Or, at least, what the end…