It felt weird leaving for work today. On the one hand I was relieved to be getting away from the destruction and smell of burnt wood, on the other hand, I couldn’t escape the thought that while we aren’t home, our home could be next. It may sound selfish, but I just want the fire to be cleaned up as soon as possible and get everything back to normal as soon as possible. Our window guy came by for measurements and ordered us a new window today. We have two appointments for the fence this week.

While I feel bad for my neighbors having lost everything, there’s a little part of me that’s upset that it impacted us. Not in a great way, but it has. We’re going to have to replace the fence, yes insurance will help, but the neighbors who stopped making mortgage payments aren’t going to pick up their half of the fence (who knows if they have insurance) and we’ll be stuck with the bill. It’s easy to be a good neighbor until it comes to splitting costs. They also asked us to see if any information can be recovered from their laptop which I’ve asked my sister for help with. If she can’t do it, and it’s going to have to be paid for, I’m sorry, but we just can’t do that.

When I got home today the first thing I did was go into the backyard to see if anyone has started cleaning up debris, and while there’s definitely movement, I can’t tell if any of it has started disappearing.

It’s a tough situation because we can’t just act like nothing happened, but I’d like to make the evidence disappear from our side of the fence as soon as possible.