Typing on a computer keyboard covered with a fine coating of gypsum dust is agonizing. It's hard to describe the sensation I feel as the tips of my fingers touch the keys; every touch gathers more dust, pressing the dust deep into the ridges of my fingerprints. I look at the tips of my fingers, but see no difference, but I can feel the difference. It's as if I am working to erase my fingerprints...each time my finger strikes a key, the depth of the ridge diminishes as a hair breadth of finely powdered dust finds its way into those ridges.
I'm doing this because I'm still dealing with the dust created by sanding the walls in my house as the painter prepared them for painting. The dust is exceptionally fine and it fills every microscopic void in the house. Every step I take across carpet gives rise to tiny clouds of dust beneath me, and those clouds waft through the rooms, covering everything. I dusted, quite aggressively, just yesterday and today I walked in and saw a white coating over everthing. I am looking forward to this project ending and to seeing a clean, dust-free house again.
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