We had a huge, insane dust storm tonight.
(We get dust storms instead of rain, now, apparently. Just what we need: the dirt rearranged!)
I washed my car three hours before this storm began, and my kitchen window was, unknown to me, open the WHOLE TIME. Entire house covered in 120 grit desert dust. Thank you, Mother Nature.
That's kind of my day in one tidy metaphor, so if you'll excuse me, I'm going to bed.