Maybe I shouldn't go. I really must go to Phoenix, AZ, even though there's a dangerous dust storm, and I have a bad cold and I feel awful. I can't not go. I have to see my parents.
My sister and her husband were out last night when the dust rolled in. OK, not outside, but they entered the car in an indoor parking lot, heard the fire alarms, because the dust was thought to be smoke by the machines.
Since almost everyone has totally airconditioned homes, no windows are left open.
I'm glad my kids and baby granddaughter were there last week.
Never dull, is it?
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