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Oh god. I took a single look outside the window this morning - around 7 Am - saw the decisively yellow air - and decided that no, I'm not going to take a but in that dust cloud. Am interested in breathing, thanks, and the 5 minutes walk to the bust station (and 15 from the other station to work) would have literally send me to ER. So, taxi it was.

Despite that, arrived with an Asama attack at work, since the taxi was also quite dusty. The inhalator fixed that.

Somehow, my good glasses had broken. Hopefully they are still insured. And I have my other glasses with me for backup.

G was extra cute yesterday - he grabbed my arm with his paws, curled in against my body, and leaned his head on my arm. Stayed that way for a whole hour :)

Today I will start the second season of the 100. Spoiled myself on Lincoln's are, and Finn's as well.

I really like this band

I've heard today of a band called Gimzu Blues Band.

Their main style is a nice mix of blues / rock / folk.

I enjoyed most the texts, some of which are taken from the Bible and Talmudic literature.

Aramaic,Hebrew and Yiddish are used and mixed.

For a sample, here:


Gimzu Blues Band

Oh, dust day.

So, we are having a fun dust day,which was labelled as "the Dust Day in 75 years". That's quite epic.

Particle concentrations are over x10 their usual, everywhere people are encouraged to stay home "unless emergency", Domestic airfields have been fully shut down. We have about 250 people that needed medical assistance - and even people in the ICU.

The funny (if morbid) thing: This dust storm came from Syria. Which has me asking; "So, guys, I guess the Syrians had found a new weapon against us?"

Yes, indeed, it sure felt like it.

Oh, and I have to take a taxi home as well. Am still very misrable. And my idiot of a husband as well, but I've no sympety for him, since he was idiot enough to walk to work this morning.