You appear to have once been alive, so I'm posting this (rather lousy) shot of your mummifying corpse to make my readers feel better about any lapses in their own housekeeping.
At our house, everything is coated in powdery white dust. I noticed it a few days ago, when I was feeling better after my cold-flu odyssey. It could have been there for weeks, since I was dealing with back trouble before the cold hit, and was not paying attention to my housekeeping with my usual eagle (ha ha) eye.
I'm not sure if the dust is drifting in from the gut-renovation of the house next door, which has been in the demo stage for about a month now, or if it might be from some patching, sanding, and painting in our own hallway last week. All I know is that there's white stuff everywhere — and that it's too thick for my nice new wool duster to handle. So I have to wipe down EVERYTHING.
I really loathe dusting, as you probably know. Also vacuuming, scrubbing, decluttering, mopping, and windows. I especially hate to clean on winter days when it's suddenly spring and 70 degrees outside, perfect for a nice long ramble in the neighborhood . . . checking out the lingering holiday decor. I didn't get any dusting done yesterday.
But I also hate the thin coating of white stuff that keeps covering ME, and the cats. I can taste it on my lips most of the time.
So I'm going back to it. Wish me luck.