Hurricanes hitting the eastern coast of the United States originate from winds off the West African deserts. We’re right smack in the middle of some of those winds, arriving in the form a fierce and coughy dust storm.
On Wednesday, the skies were clear and gorgeous. Our house-helper was here that day and dusted and mopped the apartment. It had cooled off some, so there was no need for the cross-breeze. So when she left, I closed the windows to keep the dust out.
That evening, the winds started picking up. And up, and up, and up… Yesterday the dust started coming in and within hours we were down to less than a mile visibility. Crazy.
And what’s even crazier is how much dust got in with the windows closed! Everything feels gritty and gross. (Self and self’s toothbrush included.)
This is just one example of why I would not survive here without house-help. Those three days a week keep me sane. Sane-ish, at least.