Wednesay turned into quite the day. My work day started at 5 am - this is normal on Wednesdays, since I have a national conference call. What was not normal is that my work day ended at almost midnight. I put in two days of work in one day! With half a day's worth of food. And a caller alluding to harming me. Oh, fatigue. I'm still recovering from it.

Yesterday, I got out of here only a little later than normal. This is what I saw while walking home:
- smoke billowing into the sky
- cars bumper to bumper, since it was rush hour and the buses still aren't running
- fire trucks and police cars stymied by the above traffic
- a man taking off his shirt to tie around his face
- police officers redirecting traffic
- water flowing along the curb
- firetrucks with their hoses hooked up
- people loitering at the corner
- a woman, wearing shorts and a sheet, walking barefoot, while sobbing into a cellphone
- the charred side of a building
- firefighters trying to hack their way into an apartment

I reached home, sad and smelling like a campfire.