One of the most disgusting things about living in Southern California is the dirty air, made even worse these past two days by fires in Malibu. Earlier today, the sky here in Long Beach where I live -- miles and
miles and miles south of Malibu – burned orange and darkened like dusk.
It was noon. Besides the fact that this sooty air burns my nose and
turns my boogers black, it also comes into our house in the form of
sticky dust that covers the window sills, the coffee table, our
plates (!), the laptop I am using to compose this very post, every
single toy my girls play with, the tub they bathe in. So not only is
this uncontrollable amount of crap gross, it’s frightening – because
we’re not only breathing it, we’re soaking in it and we’re eating it
too, everyday at some level or another. On the one hand, I’m ready to schedule blood tests, on the other
hand, I’d rather just be blissfully ignorant. Because what can I do
about it?
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