I was tired after I wrote this at about 5 to 7am this morning.

The weather was perfect, a wildfire about 20 miles to the south was out. There was a light breeze and the air was crystal clear and clean.

I woke at 10:30 am. It was like there was an organized response of arson which caused a nightmare.

It looked like this:

Can hardly see the mountains or anything 5 miles away.

I have made Archangel XX and was called to battle twice since. In an organized response to the cause of such things.

Oh, I finished the daily blessings of cryptocurrency and have done a few magical faithful acts to insure the burnings cease. Will they? I say yea.

One is to stand in the worst of the fires. As for the others, well.