So I’m in Qatar again, and I thought we’d had a sandstorm already.

I was wrong.

This still isn’t the red death that our troops in Iraq faced, but it’s this foggy haze that leaves a smell in the air and a gritty taste in your mouth, even inside an air-conditioned building.

And here I thought the weather had taken a turn for the nicer, after being a little chilly the previous night.

I’m still glad I came here now instead of during summer. 120-degree Farenheit heat does not sound attractive.