This morning when I was leaving the house (for the first of many times), I thought I smelled smoke. I looked all up and down the block because it was really pervasive, but I didn’t see any smoke.
I drove the kids over to daycare, and the smell was significantly lessened, but I could still smell it.
Turns out, the smell was actually from Georgia. Crazy, right?
I smelled that too!!! I even told Emma when I picked her up from school that a neighbor was burning a fire and I had smelled smoke. Can’t believe smoke travels that far.
How did I miss this smoke? I see there’s a report about the smoke on the news this morning. Oh, well.