As the winds started to pick up to a proper howl, Alex leaned back against his rolled sleeping bag, legs stretched out in front of him. He didn't have quite enough room to sit up completely, but his one-man tent was at least long enough for him. Wondering how long this dust storm would last, Alex tried to figure out once again what day it was. The irregular day lengths had thoroughly thrown off his internal clock, and not knowing what day it was was making him irritable.