The fog is back! Well, I suppose it’s a small price to pay living on the Wet, I mean West Coast; those poor East Coasters still digging themselves out from under the ice and snow. Here’s my world this morning on my commute to work. Have to admit fog brings its own beauty to the table, but oh can hardly wait for the sunny days to come!
Here on the North West Coast we’ve been held captive by a stealthy, steel silver, moist oppressor for going on two and half weeks at least. Where is the Mercy! I know the sun shines brilliant just one hundred and so feet above and oh I am starving for it! So what can I do to stave off this hunger, this bone chilling, depressing dampness, to keep from noting how pallid I’ve become, how lethargic, how UHHG?!