I’m sure you’ve all heard about the wildfires raging across California since that bizarre lightning storm ignited tens of thousands of acres of dry kindling that the Sierra Club’s lawyers blocked anyone from clearing for decades.

As a result, the Tobaks have magically morphed into a family of meandering nomads since getting the mandatory evacuation order last Thursday.

Last weekend we crashed with my startup co-founder who graciously offered to share her home with people she didn’t even know a few months ago.

We had a blast, which is a good thing since, if it had turned out differently that would probably have doomed the company.

This week we’re chilling in a rustic little Airbnb cottage with a case of wine and spotty wi-fi in North Monterey County. Good times.

Anyway I just wanted to let y’all know we’re alive and well, drinking ourselves silly, and hoping we get to come back home soon, or at least before we reach coronavirus herd immunity.

I blogged a few weeks ago about how the pandemic has us all realizing how little we need to be happy and how much we take for granted.

Today I’d be ridiculously ecstatic just to be sleeping in my own bed in my own home, and I’m sure Fletch the boxer feels exactly the same way.

Wishing you all well in these strangest of times.

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