Yesterday I rode my bike to ”Pat’s” house to play bridge. I arrived and engaged in the art of negotiation and defense, the joys of the game.
In the middle of play I touched my forehead and found it gritty. I continued to test my skin and concluded that I had a layer of grit all over me. I was right. The nightly news informed me that sand from the Gobi Desert is crossing our state, blown along with the smoke from fires in New Mexico and Russia, skewing our mountain view and clogging the air with particulates.
Free microdermabrasion ala Mother Nature! I may have to go for another spa ride today.