A cough woke me from a sound sleep.
And kept me awake.
I tossed and turned hoping I wasn’t waking my wife, but how could she sleep through this? It was a convulsing cough, shaking my whole body.
Because I’d been asleep I kept hoping that with only a minute’s reprieve I could fall back asleep, but that came only after worrying: Would I be rushed to the hospital? Where’s my inhaler? Was this because of the fire pits (always a worry)? Or was it because of my long bike ride? What role does my family history play?
I did fall back asleep or else I wouldn’t be writing this now. And no, I didn’t wake my wife – only my two cats were witnesses to my coughing fit. But I’m a wreck this morning. I can feel my lungs, plus I’m exhausted.
Today’s another in a long season of No Burn Days. I’ve lost count how many there have been this winter season.
There were No Burn Days called for last Thursday, Friday, Saturday and now today, Tuesday. Makes me think Sunday and Monday should’ve been called as well, but it was the long Presidents Weekend, so everyone at the AQMD was enjoying a long weekend getaway, too.
It all adds up to a bad season for breathing.
Typically at this time of year the winter rains discourage beach crowds – there are other fun things to do, but not this year. You probably have friends reporting from Mammoth, too — ski conditions are terrible. And because of the drought, this week which is known to all local High School students as Ski Week, is instead an early Spring, or never-ending Summer, so people are coming to the beach to burn — it’s Burn Week.
Saturday night was a phantasmagorical night of beach bonfires. All 27 fire pits here at Big Corona were blazing; several fires were enormous with flames rising 20 feet into the air, pumping huge plumes of smoke into the air.
The No Burn Days prohibitions don’t apply to the beach bonfires until March 1st. I’m counting the days and hoping for a week of rain.