Laying in bed, I knew what kind of day it was going to be before my feet hit the floor. An eerie yellow glow came in through my bedroom window…ominous…foreboding. As I walked down the stairs, I could hear the woosh, woosh of Frank’s trainer. He was riding hard and fast. The girls were curled up on the couch with a book and didn’t notice my approach.
Our living room has vaulted ceilings and the window is floor to ceiling, wall to wall. The curtains were wide open and the whole room was lit up in yellow and orange tones. Quickly checking my phone, my suspicions were confirmed–2000 AQI, a sandstorm had blown in overnight and our Sunday was to be spent indoors. There went my mountain bike ride. There went the girls’ time with their crew outside. Sigh. . .