.... to yesterday when I wrote about the clean air!!!
I'm back home, which is nice, but also horrible at the same time.
I walked into the house to find everything covered with a layer of dust. Everything. I can see the dust in the air and feel it when I breathe. It's thick.
It would seem that the guys have been working on the bathroom while I was gone. Too bad they didn't keep the sheet of plastic up between the rooms .... or even maybe just kept the doors shut.
One of the sons is sick and I have no doubt that it's because of this black lung disease-inducing house.
I really could scream .... in fact, I think I just might go sit in the garage and do that.
I'll be back later, Peeps.
If you don't hear from me assume I developed a killer case of bronchitis.
1 comment:
Hi Janine:
I'm sooo glad your trip was a blessing for you. Sorry you had to come home to a dust storm. My favorite place to scream is in the car, in the garage (no, the engine is not running!) or as I am riding in the car, alone -- don't want to break any eardrums (people think I am either singing opera or I am some lunatic, probably the latter!!! :/
I believe you said you will be going to Jim's dad's home for Thanksgiving and this will be difficult -- I'll be praying!
Love and Blessings,
Beth
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