While I was in San Diego a few weeks ago, two patios got built at the house. I love construction projects, but have been told that I should be thrilled that I missed this one since the yard was covered in dust from cutting the stones the entire time. All the shrubs and plants needed to be hosed down once things were done. I have always wanted a firepit on the patio, and thus my first weekend home was all about finding the perfect one. I did, it was delivered, Cory assembled it, and last Friday night, the first night that temperatures dropped below 70, we inaugurated it. Each time I sat down, the wind changed direction and blew the smoke towards me. This reminded me once again why I am glad I was not born during pioneer days. I was doubly reminded the following morning when my clothes smelled like I had been camping.