Here is Tara, my van, parked at a vista point on the Chumash Hwy. Seven months and two escrows later I am finally on my way north, with what I hope is enough money and information to build a house that is safe for a chemically sensitive person. To assist in the construction process I bought a meter that records formaldehyde and total VOC levels, and I learned how to use it by testing my California home. My home office, which is where I spent 40 to 50 hours per week for the past 20 years, was the most unhealthy room in the house, even after I had retired, dismantled the office equipment, packed up all the books and papers, and stopped handling 25 to 30 files each week that had each been handled by half a dozen fragrant people before me. That eliminated hundreds of minute daily exposures. Perhaps not surprisingly, three months after I retired and stopped using the office I experienced a very noticeable drop in my reactivity. Every exposure counts, no matter how small.