Funny, not funny story. On my way out the door early this morning, I opened the balcony door about 4” so the cat could go out on the ‘enclosed’ balcony (no, the cat isn’t loose wandering the neighborhood, peeing in people’s shrubs — he stays on the balcony) so he could get some fresh? smoky air.
I return home a few hours later and my spouse is informing me that shortly after I left all the smoke alarms in our home started going off. Oops.
Yeah, the smoke is as bad, maybe worse, than it was from the Paradise fire.