Not much rain but a whole lot of dirt, in the air and in your face and in your lungs. It's the high plains of Texas and that's par for the course at this time of year. I've lived with this crap for so many years I can be almost immune to it. Dry air crackling with static electricity and brown skies. Inhale the crap blowing off the cotton fields, full of herbicide and pesticide residues, I strongly suspect. Atrazine? That would be one of the potential candidates. Oh well.
As usual, a lot of stupid stuff floating around the noosphere as well.
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