I smell smoke

I also have a cold, which makes it hard to smell anything. So, of course, I assume that since I can smell it, it must be very strong. So I spend a few minutes running around the apartment, then out into the hall, to try to figure out what's on fire. Can't smell anything in the hall. Or in the kitchen. Stick my head out the window. It's stronger outside.

So, secure in the knowledge that whatever's on fire isn't my apartment, I return to writing invitation to all the people who signed up to be on our email list last weekend, and working on the he budget for Sunday night's board meeting. Oh, yeah, I think I'm supposed to send out an itinerary for that too. Crap.

Smokey

Yep, I can see it now - a big ol' plume of black smoke coming from somewhere over the hill to the North of me, like the Presidio's on fire or something (though I guess that's more west than North. What's north? The Marina, I guess, and the Bay. And a whole bunch of buildings, one of which seems to be burning pretty well. I don't hear any sirens, though...

Oh, yeah, and for Gallows Brother: It was raining earlier, but it's cleared up now.