My father just informed me that he's being furloughed in the coming days.
Just another degree of stress added to the month as we near lockdown once again.
Orange skies where I am. My aunt + uncle in California are debating evacuation. In Albany (where my father is working), the skies are littered with ash. Enough with this year already.
Power outage here since 6:30 PM local time (got off work at 1:00 AM on OT shift). Limited street lamps functional in a mile or two of where I live.
Driving home has never been more terrifying and unsettling.
Today I found out that my favorite record store in Portland (Musique Plastique) fell victim to COVID-19, closing their doors permanently. I am gutted and dejected.
Unsure how this week can be salvaged.