Hopefully in the next month or two there will be a shiny new kitchen. Until then, what remains of the kitchen and everything in its immediate vicinity is covered in a fine layer of dust. Hooray. Sadly, there is nothing I can do about this aside from tucking a towel under my door and taping off the air vent in my room. I am wearing a bandana over my nose and mouth any time I am forced to go near the kitchen. Donations of masks and plastic sheets are appreciated. I am also accepting gifts of instant noodles and any other foods that require little to no cooking. I love you, Mom, but I am not going in there until the dust is gone.