The sickness is on me. No, not that sickness. The doctor gave me a shot and that cleared right up. I'm talking about a cold, sore throat, runny nose, ickiness. If I had to describe it in one word, I'd use "muttlecross." That's not a real word, but I stand by my choice.

Last night, after finishing some writings, I went outside just to check out the fog. It was back last night. I watched around the outside light. It was like tiny air bubbles floating up and then back down. Sometimes it'd stand still and sometimes it'd swirl. It oddly reminded me, other than of air bubbles in a water tank, of the way snow moves in a light dusting. That's exactly what people down here want to hear, snow. We haven't seen it in a while. I certainly wouldn't mind seeing some, but I know any that we get usually makes life hard here for a few days. It might be worth it to get away from the gloom on gloom of winter especially if the fog is looming.


  ¶ 1:50 PM