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I dragged out a black long-sleeved shirt. The air is bad, forecast to be worse tomorrow, but when I walked out into the street this morning, the curtain of smoke seemed further away than it had in August. We both had appointments at the same time in mid-afternoon to pick up books at the West Valley San Jose public library branch; we hadn't realized we could make a joint appointment. We got there a little early and as we were getting out of the car, the sun broke through; it's now reached 77 degrees, so I've rolled up my sleeves. However, the air is forecast to be even worse tomorrow: 170 AQI. Ash filtered back into the car with us.
I noticed a burnt-out car repair place (?restaurant?) on the way, with a "for lease" sign still on the fence. At the freeway off-ramp, Applebees was bravely trying to carry on with tables and skinny-legged wooden chairs perched unsteadily on and beside the path to the trash cans, each table topped with a little Thinkpad or something similar. One brave waiter, half a dozen customers at two tables, all in front rather than on the path side above the off-ramp.
I noticed a burnt-out car repair place (?restaurant?) on the way, with a "for lease" sign still on the fence. At the freeway off-ramp, Applebees was bravely trying to carry on with tables and skinny-legged wooden chairs perched unsteadily on and beside the path to the trash cans, each table topped with a little Thinkpad or something similar. One brave waiter, half a dozen customers at two tables, all in front rather than on the path side above the off-ramp.