I think I still smell like smoke

Yesterday afternoon, not an hour after Judy got back with our new response vehicle (which conveniently decided not to work just recently), we got a fire call. A really bad one too. I'm not sure how much I can tell under our confidentiality rules, so suffice to say there wasn't much left in the kitchen and it smelled pretty powerful in there. The whole back wall was knocked out too. I think the smoke got into my pores or something because I could still smell it by the time I got home hours later. Smelled like a campfire gone crazy, only worse.

Whatever you do, don't try and put out a grease fire with water. Take the pan off the stove and put the lid on, and if that doesn't work get the heck out of there. Not sure if that's what happened, but it's always good advice.

As for today, I have a presentation this afternoon and a grant proposal to finish, then handbells to practice, Christmas cards/gifts to write/wrap and Caribbean short stories to read. At least I'm not bored.

~Bethany