Well, after a very long winter and cold soggy spring, summer has finally arrived in Montana. It is soooo nice to have all the windows open and feel fresh air on the back of my neck as I work. And I like to think that all the stale air that's been bottled up in my house all winter is now flowing out of the windows and into the wild blue yonder.
The first time I had serious problems with chemicals was the winter of my first year in college (back in the dark ages of 1969/70). Living in a small apartment with five other eighteen-year-old young women was not the best idea. But when spring came, and we opened all the windows, I felt so much better.
Of course, there are the outside pollutants of lawn mowers and the garden tiller, so sometimes I have to shut up the house temporarily. But we live on a quiet dead-end street, so there is little traffic pollution, and my office window is on the back of the house, so I don't even get what little there is.
Now, if I could just sit out under the trees in a hammock and read books all summer, like I did when I was ten.