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That Mysterious Tickle

The air around me is filled with dust I see it in the sunlight through my window Where it comes from, I do not know, But banish it from my irritated nose I must. Could it account for that mysterious tickle That commands my attention now and then? I have blamed it on those seasonal allergies, I really need to stop this drippy trickle. written March 1, 2022

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Sam Kauffman

Date: 3/1/2022 3:48:00 PM

Agree with Jeff - that tickle is the absolute worst! Dust seems to have a life of its own and constantly returns even when I dust! Someone once pondered about the ancient quality of dust and maybe one of these annoying particles touched Jesus! Hmm! Blessings for your allergies! Think I need a kleenex!

L Milton Hankins
Date: 3/1/2022 5:07:00 PM

Oh wow, do you think I could be breathing the same dust as Jesus???? Surely not! I think we all suffer a bit with allergies this time of the year, but I was astounded by the dust in the air in front of my window.

Jeff Kyser

Date: 3/1/2022 11:23:00 AM

The absolute worst is that tickle at night when you’re trying to sleep! Know it well!

L Milton Hankins
Date: 3/1/2022 11:51:00 AM

It is astounding when you consider the amount of dust we breathe in, not even aware of it. Thanks for the read, Jeff.

Tom Cunningham

Date: 3/1/2022 10:42:00 AM

Wear your mask Milton, that should stop you inhaling those nuisance particles. Tom

L Milton Hankins
Date: 3/1/2022 11:52:00 AM

I do wear it most of the time when I'm out and about, but I don't wear it in my house, Tom. Still, I'm astounded by the amount of dust in the air, which one sees with the aid of the sunshine coming through a window.