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In the space of 10 minutes we have become socked in with a new sand storm. i cannot even see across the street. i cannot even see the streetlights on the median. This is the most amazing thing i have ever seen. i was eating breakfast and vaguely thinking i was tasting dirt with my breakie.
As i took the dishes into the kitchen i looked out the window, there was a wall of sand. Holy Shit! were the first words out of my mouth. Not original i know, but all that escaped. Master is downloading the picture from the maid's room balcony now. Poor Max was out on the patio, i had to throw him in the clothes dryer to dust him off, after i dug him out of the dune of sand that surrounded him. This is an amazing storm.

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i feel accomplished today. i have one really good reading, a short essay, both pre- and post- reading exercises, the teacher's notes, on Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs. i even managed to make it a process essay, i think, i've worked on it so much today i'm no longer sure. i feel so good about this i'm all fired up to find a companion piece to go with it. To quote Varna, today i rule!

The storm is dying down. i can see across the street at least. We took the dog out today, against my better judgement, but i wanted peace tonight. If we don't take him out he gets so little exercise he is like a wild animal. When we do take him out we manage to tire him and he takes a nice long nap before he goes to be for the night.

About 15 minutes ago i started coughing. i thought the storm had come back. Master looked outside and it is clearing, but there is so much dust in the air in the apartment the air outside is clearer. Go figger. i may have to change the sheets on the bed before we go to bed tonight, just to be sure we don't sleep in dust.

Son came through the sugical procedure with flying colors. Got grumpy with the nurse and spewed blood out his nose when he came out of the anesthetic. Goes to work today. New job. More money eventually, same company, different shift, too. But they will make do.

Am worried about Daughter's S.O. He does not seem to be improving. He has an appointment to go back to see the doc in a couple of weeks, but i wonder if that is too far away. i suggested to Daughter to call the doc and tell him what is going on, i hope she does. i hate to treat them like children, but i worry about them all the time.

i'm gone.