One of the four fires is just above the hill. Glendale is filled with a sick brown smoke, veiling the mountains. I keep going to Malibu to breathe clean air. In the middle of the night I turned on my air conditioner and woke up a couple hours later to a room filled with smoke.
We don’t have to evacuate, but just in case we can’t hack it here any more, I copied down all the important info, found a deed and a passport, and packed them away.
It may be California’s karma coming up: You steal water, you get fire.