My sister knows real estate law, and I talked to her about my lease issue, and she told me what to email back to my landlord. I'm kind of scared that, when I send it, the landlord will respond with another screed telling me what a horrible person I am, and I really just can't deal with that right now.

Hil, I hope your landlord's next tennant is your old doctoral thesis advisor.

Connie, I have no words. May the strength and solutions you need come - with fanfare or without.

Super-hot (for May) weather and crazy winds lead to expected results. Big brushfire in San Diego. So far just affecting communities to the north and east of my home - no structures or injuries yet, thankfully. But with the winds not likely to be controlled anytime soon, very tense. My home should be fine, though the air will be unbreathable for a while to come. My home unlikely to be affectedeven with shifting winds, but I still wish I was there rather than here.

We got the winds and heat. Not so much on the fires, yet... yet. It's bound to happen soon.

Yep. I remember during the last really big fire when we were thinking we might have to evacuate, we couldn't figure out why we couldn't get a hold of OC family to see if we could stay with them. It was because Irvine was also burning. We didn't hear about their fire, and they didn't hear about ours. Same climate, same conditions, same results, unfortunately.

Oh god, Epic. Stay safe!

Not to long before leaving San Diego, when I lived in Overlook Heights (next to USD), Normal Heights burned completely. Those tiny little houses went up like matchboxes. Everyone was just stunned.

The community came together in a heart warming way and the neighborhood was rebuilt in record time, but so scary and sad.

I'm hoping this fire is contained sharpish.

So Hubby had to go for a dental checkup before they did the surgery to change the port so that they can begin harvesting the bone marrow cells. The dentist says, "You've got two teeth that need root canals and one filling, until those are fixed I can't sign off on you starting the transplant process." This is an hour and a half before the surgery that needs to occur before the scheduled harvesting starts next week. "I can fit you in in June," he adds. "Or I can pull those two teeth now."

So Hubby's down two more teeth. The chemo has been rotting them.

His port has been swapped for three tubes hanging out of his chest, because the transplant doctor doesn't like working with ports. He has dreaded having tubes hanging from him, because the idea of them triggers nightmares.

sigh.

I'm hoping this fire is contained sharpish.

Only 5% contained so far. The whimsical nature of the winds is making things very tricky.

Aw geez, Connie, much ~ma for DH.

So sorry, Connie.

Stay safe people!

And Connie, so much ~ma heading to you and the DH.