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.

Sorry, connie. You guys keep getting hammer with extra shit.

Holding strong for both of you.

And it is too soon for fires

My landlord responded to my email in pretty much the way I'd expected, but I can stay until the end of June. Even if I do stay with this job, I don't really want to stay in this apartment, with her acting like this, but moving to another apartment this summer and then (hopefully) moving again to somewhere else next summer would be a pretty big expense, and a huge hassle.

This was her latest email, after I asked for an extension of the lease until the end of June, and said that, by the end of May, I'd either give her the signed lease for next year, or give her 30 days notice that I was moving out.

It would have been appreciated to have this choice in a timely manner. I have had to seek you out about any potential issue, and, sure enough, there is one that affects me seriously, although not you whatever. Total loss on summer rental per academic calendar! Killing. I will cooperate under duress, as I have no choice.

I have absolutely no idea what she's talking about with having to seek me out about any potential issue.

Landlords really shouldn't whine at their renters. Ugh.