Mine Eyes Have Felt The Stinging Of The Burning House's Smoke
Hmm. Wherever all those sirens are headed to is definitely upwind of here. (I've counted at least five times sirens have gone by with a few minutes between them, but a couple of those were multi-vehicle groups; one sounded different so it may have been an ambulance or the fire chief's SUV, and I'm guessing the rest were all pumpers and ladder trucks.) Can't see a smoke column from my window, though there's a faint smudge in the sky where the skyrockets finally stopped exploding (I understand the enthusiam and impatience that lead to so many explosions starting in late June and persisting until Independence Day, but fercryinoutloud, skyrockets at two-[expletive]ing-ay-em? Why?) I'm not sure whether the end of the pops&booms and the start of the sirens was mere coincidence or a shared cause -- the fire engines sounded like they were going farther north than where I'd seen the couple of bursts I managed to see the ends of, but I didn't catch the trajectory so I don't know the direction of the launch point. (The rockets were exploding nearby enough that at first I thought they were mere firecrackers being set off on my street in the next block, but I couldn't see anyone about. Then I eventually made it back to the window after one of the bangs in time to see the falling gold sparkles of a rocket over the houses catty-corner from me.)
Definitely smells like wood smoke, and my eyes are burning, but as I said, nothing visible from here yet.
Hmm. No more sirens since I started typing this. Better look for the earplugs just in case though.
[Aaaaaand, this turns out to be the 42nd entry in my GJ. This morning's QotD will be the 42nd entry in my IJ. Unless I can't get back to sleep and decide to finish the entry I started editing earlier.]