The day started with our neighbor banging our door, jarring us from our sleep. Her house was on fire. Everyone was safe. But their home and belongings were destroyed. FYI: Helplessness is what you feel when your neighbor is barefoot in the rain, smoke heavy in the air, and all you can offer her are flip flops two sizes too small for her feet, a shabby coat and a bottle of water.
In other hazards, the pharmacist at my favorite store in Los Gatos had to “check the books” before selling me a box of Sudafed. Seems my one-Sudafed-a-day doctor-recommended allergy cure makes me a meth addict. Of course, after several minutes of “checking the books,” she realized I was well within the state compliance for pseudoephedrine. My allergy meds and I left feeling totally insulted.
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