Thank you to one and all for your good wishes. Lucy and I are doing fine and I finally have my condo as cold as I want it. 🙂 As long as the common areas of my condo building reek of smoke, I won’t be turning my heat on and risk sucking that smoke into my condo through the heating vents. The condo management team is doing a great job of getting rid of the smoke, but it’s still pretty stinky out there!
My stash is fine — there is no smoke smell at all in my condo, and 90% of the stash is encased in plastic.
I smiled at some of your comments — some expressing sorrow at my lack of knitting project when evacuating the building, and some expressing amusement at my having a camera at the ready.
While I was never a Girl Scout as a child, I do believe in being prepared. Lucy’s carrier is in my stash room, and easily accessible, so I can get it out and use it quickly. Well, as quickly as is possible when you have to stuff an angry wriggling cat in a carrier. My tip for expediting that process is to stand the carrier on end (if your carrier is configured thusly) and lower the cat in — that way it is harder for the cat to get out while you secure the carrier.
Lucy has a Sherpa bag that zips opens on the top as well as on one end. I’ve used these carriers for years and highly recommend them.
So anyhow, I can stuff Lucy in her carrier relatively quickly in an emergency. The only other item I grabbed was my purse.
My purse contains (among other things) the following items:
- Wallet with checkbook, cash, and credit cards
- Compact digital camera with extra battery and extra media card
- Media card reader
- Sock in progress
- Cellphone with extra battery
- iPod (yes, I realize this is overkill)
- Flash drives loaded with important data
- Prescription NSAIDs
So as you can see, I did have my camera at the ready, and I did have a knitting project with me (which I did not pull out of my bag).
If you can stand on the sidewalk with a cat carrier in one hand (no way would I set a carrier containing my precious Lucy on the ground) and a purse over the other arm, watching fireman break out windows to fight a raging fire as it starts to sleet, and pull out your knitting to work on, well, you are a better person than I. (I can however mindlessly snap photos, apparently.)
But I have made some progress on my sock because I returned to work today and worked on it a bit on my commute — see?
And I was very happy to come home to this: