After stepping from the shower on Saturday evening, I was greeted by a house full of smoke.
The windows were open, a fan was blowing, the door between the kitchen and living room was closed, and I was stunned that I wasn’t being roused by the overbearing blare of a smoke alarm. Or maybe that was a bad sign.
Should I call 9-1-1? Was everyone OK? Where were the flames? What had blown up?
Well, no and nothing.