I’m still in San Diego. The 15 is open now. I think I’m going back to Vegas tomorrow. I miss my husband.

For those of you on the outside of SD, it’s a big place, not everything is burning. My sister called Andy today to check on my status. My phone is not charged because I only brought the car charger and haven’t been driving, so it’s out of battery. She thought I was in the evacuation zone. I in fact was not. I was eating sushi and drinking mojitos.

I was going to write a lengthy dissertation on disasters and how this one is good (in as much as a disaster can be) because there was/is minimal loss of life and injury. People are pulling together and I think feeling and knowing what the important things in life really are. Although, the lengthy part is going to be cut short because I’m tired, mojitoed and want to go downstairs and cheat on my allergy diet with a hostess mini doughnut. So much for the depth and prose of cindigodotcom.