The OSH hardware store sent most of its N95-rated masks to the counties that needed them most. (The sign was at the drugstore.)
And then, some time in the afternoon, (graphs at the bottom in the link) the wind must have shifted and gradually it became clearer out–even if Beijing still had better air than our town did.
I’m wondering if every bit of yarn, every blanket and pillow, every rug and stitch of clothing is going to need to have the smoke smell washed out.
Then, when it all just seemed a bit much, the phone pings.
And Mathias and his mommy save the day.
