I'm dying and it's all the inversion's fault

We've been having this inversion thing for days now, where all the goshawful particles and microbes and pollution get trapped down here in the valleys for days on end and we all die.

I sort of forgot about the inversion and took a walk yesterday at lunch time because I was antsy and needed to get moving. Had to stop when I got a headache and my eyes started burning. Then remembered about the inversion.

GH told me yesterday was supposed to have been the worst day--that it was healthier to stay inside than to go out and exercise, and that the people on the news compared going outside to sitting next to a smoker.

So. I guess that walk counted as this year's trip to Paris. Except, you know, without the Eiffel Tower or the crepes or the cheese or any other good thing.

And now today have a funny headache and just feel gross, as I'm sure a lot of you do after days of pretty much sucking on an exhaust pipe. I swear, if anything should get the last-stand Utah anti-environment people rethinking things, this mess should. Although, I can just see them now, holed up in their homes and harrumphing things like, "Nonsense! Coughhackcoughgag! Air's fine! All this fuss is just that Robert Redford's way of trying to legalize gay marriage when we're not looking!"

But just so you know, the Utah Moms for Clean Air are having a meeting on Tuesday, January 27th at the Tuesday, January 27 at 6:30 pm at the Anderson-Foothill Library (1135 South 2100 East, Salt Lake City). You know, if people are willing to go outside to get there. And, for those who will not be making that meeting, they do let you know who to contact in the legislature to express your displeasure that you're getting all of the second-hand smoke benefits of Europe without any of the pretty, crepe-filled, memory-making ones. And also how you're at home shut in like Miss Havisham because you're asthmatic and therefore cannot walk outside without dropping dead.

Make them hear you, friends. Make them hear you.

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