This morning’s fog freaked me out. At one point I couldn’t clearly see the car directly in front of me, although this was as much due to my dirty glasses as it was the fog itself. I’m still fairly convinced that every time I ride through the fog I’m in danger of time travel, but I can usually stifle my anxiety long enough to get to my destination in tact and in the correct time period.

I used up all my worthwhile content with yesterday’s post. If you haven’t read it already, please do so. I insist that you look inside my head and see what it’s like to be me, because it is a great deal of fun in here.