And how it’s not a continuous collapse — any disaster, I mean, ‘end of the world’ here being taken as apocalyptic events of some sort, for some area — but areas/times of panic punctuating areas/times of perfect normalcy.
I’ve had that post planned for weeks, and it’s even started.
And then yesterday night I realized that the wildfires in Colorado have gotten just close enough to be threatening, but nowhere near close enough to justify even packing bags.
Our old neighborhood in Manitou Springs is now evacuated. This has a feeling of unreality to it, like in some parallel world we were awakened at three am to pack.
Of course, if it gets to us, you might as well kiss the entire city goodbye. So I hope it doesn’t. And, gut feeling, it’s unlikely.
All the same, when the kids wake up I’ll have them take pictures of bookshelves laden with research books and we’ll make a list of things not to forget to take. Like the Prometheus plaque. Probably should take that. Of course, people and cats are a given. Lives cannot be replaced.
But again, there is very little chance it will get to us. Long before that, we’ll be hosting friends evacuated out of their houses. (Charles, if you read this, keep an eye on the evacuation orders. If it’s anywhere near you on voluntary evacuations, pack Valeria and come out. )
Which is an illustration of what I’ll write about when I write that post: we’re not yet anywhere near where we should even be alarmed, but at the same time we feel a need to be alert, and we’re aware of friends and neighbors whose lives are being upended.
And the reason I’m not writing the post today is that — I guess to prevent me from worrying — the fever dreams yesterday should have given me warning. By night time I had full stomach-flu symptoms.
I’m perfectly fine provided I don’t eat or drink anything and don’t stand up for more than a few minutes. Focusing my eyes very long is also a no-no.
So, with your indulgence, I’ve put the first — probably incoherent — post of pacing workshop over at MGC, I’ve explained how the dog ate my post for the day (and probably threw it up, the sob) and I’m now going to force some slow sips of water and go back to bed.