San Diego burning

We don't live in San Diego bodily anymore. But I am surprised by how much I feel my heart is there now. I remember the fires 4 years ago. We evacuated to my mom's in Chicago.

Now here we are on the east coast, and I am torn. On some level I am so glad not to be going through all of it all over again. It's like we are already evacuated. On the other hand, I feel as if I am there, reliving it. Why do I do that?

Certainly I am concerned for all of our dear friends. I can't reach them. I call, and I am excited to reach the answering machine at Hannah's. I think I remember that they had an actual answering machine in their condo. So it's not burned to the ground if the answering machine is still working, right? I wonder when I call tomorrow, if it will still answer? At least they didn't answer. At least they got out. But I have no idea where they, and so many of my dear friends are tonight.

I want to tell them, "Come to Connecticut!" There aren't fires or earthquakes or even tornadoes here. An occasional bad thunderstorm, and, yes, it gets cold and snowy. But not the trauma of living in Southern California!

I hope you are all alright. We are praying for you.