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Is that Smoke?

So, yeah, it’s around 4 am and I have yet to go to sleep…not from lack of trying, I assure you.

Around 3:30 am (really a little bit before that but close enough), as I prepared to finally attempt to fall asleep, my nose was greeted with an interesting scent.

Smoke.

Now…I live in Southern California….you don’t really want to ever smell smoke in the middle of the night…but it isn’t an overwhelming smell…just…there.

I bounced from window to window to see if I could find the source, noticing the smell was definitely coming from outside since our house isn’t exactly airtight. I could smell it stronger when the wind blew outside and through the not airtight windows.

But I couldn’t see the source.

Though, there was a strange light across the street where there usually isn’t a light. So, that was weird. But it turned off about 5ish minutes ago.

Also, no fire trucks or any signs of first responders. Therefor, I can only conclude the smoke I’m smelling is from a fire a good distance away….and I hope it stays that way.

Of course, now I can’t sleep cause the smell is still here and my paranoia is kicking in and I think that’s it for sleeping tonight.

AND in all honesty…..it’s probably just somebody having a bonfire night or something….on a Wednesday evening/very early Thursday morning….sure. It could happen.

A Sign?

I am a firm believer…that signs are purely coincidental.

If you believe in them, power to ya. But I’ve never held much thought to them.

Have there been supremely ironic moments in my life? Yes. Do I believe they have to do with the future? Rarely. More often than not they refer to the past. In other words…I believe more in karma than signs.

I can hear some of you saying, “how can you believe in karma but not signs.”

Cause I do. And that’s enough.

ANYBUT!! The whole point of this post isn’t actually to have a debate on the difference between karma and signs and blah blah blah.

But I DO find it highly coincidental that I’m alone in the house currently and all of the sudden the backyard has become a gathering spot for all kinds of animals.

…Okay mostly feral cats.

……And OKAY! I’m not ALONE. My two cats are here.

But I didn’t expect to have an episode of Pepe Le Pew play out in my backyard.

Yep. I had a skunk pay a visit during the night.

Let me set the scene: My black kitten is meowing at the window and I go over thinking she sees a bug. I see the feral cat snooping in the bushes.

The feral cat jumps and runs up the hill. Out of the darkness, the skunk emerges and follows the cat up the hill. I can’t hear anything, but judging from the cat’s body language, it didn’t like the attention.

The skunk eventually gets the memo and goes down the hill and into the yard. It wanders around digging and sniffing. I guess looking for bugs…do skunks eat bugs? Sure, bugs.

Glamor shots were taken and nobody or house got skunked…..I can’t speak for the poor feral cat that was trapped on the hill until the skunk disappeared into the night.

Scoping out the damage in the morning, I find holes in the dirt and one, small pile of skunk doodie.

What does this have to do with signs? Well, if I believed in signs…I would say this is probably not a good one.

But since I believe in karma……what the hell did I DO?!

Sound of Silence…JK!

Our house is located on a main road.

Well, not really…but really. We’re one of the first two houses when you turn into our neighborhood, but the north (?) facing side of our house is to a main, busy road.

The point is, our house was also built in the 70’s so it’s not that….soundproof. Every truck that goes by, you feel it. The house shakes a little.

Also, anyone walking by in the middle of the night talking relatively loudly, guess what? I can hear every word you’re saying. Not 100% clearly, but enough to make it hard to go back to sleep.

Anybut, the real reason I bring this up is this: It makes it very hard to record anything. And I don’t have the option to hide in a closet like most people.

Howls of the Damned

I’ve mentioned this before, but I don’t sleep well.

I mean I sleep, but I go through periods where I can’t get to sleep earlier than 3 am…or in the case of this post, 4 am.

4 am, the witching hour…okay, not really, but that’s when everything seems to happen around here. (If you don’t know what I’m talking about check out my Wake Up Call post for some background)

Let me set the scene:

My cat is sleeping at the foot of my bed. I’m not sleeping very well. I’m in that asleep, but conscious of the room state. I’d been stuck in this state since about 3:30 (I hadn’t been able to shut my brain down enough to try to sleep all night).

Anybut, 4 am, I hear a scream from outside. Now it reminds me of a drunk man whoo-hooing, but it’s a bit too high pitched and it’s a constant repeating “scream”. After a good two minutes, my cat lifts her head up and I know it’s not a person.

I grab my glasses and crawl out of bed. I look out my bedroom window, but can’t see anything. All the while the cries (cause surely they’re sounding more like cries now) continue. I walk into another room facing the golf course across the street from my house (not a fancy golf course I assure you) and I see a small shape standing just out of the light of the streetlamp.

A mother flipping coyote, still howling, has “woken” me up from my awful sleep. It keeps crying and of course I’m thinking no one will believe me. So I run to my room and grab my phone (like the good little millenial I am). I turn on the camera and….the fart knuckle shuts up!

I kid you not, the second I hit record that son (or daughter) of a bitch shuts the hell up!

Sorry for the crap video, but it was 4 am.

It wanders a little, lies down for a spell, cleans its teeth on the fence and then disappears out fo the circle of light further onto the golf course. Probably off to find any dog left out over night.

I hope not, but coyotes are (in my best David Attenborough impression) opportunity hunters.

My cat has left the bed to find warmer pastures and now I’m stuck awake at 4L30 in the morning with my right foot aching and my left leg spasming (explanation of that fun part of my life in a post to come)…fuck me.

Here’s a slightly okay image of the bastard:

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