Thursday March 9th
This morning the fog is so thick you could cut it with a stick. The temperature is 68°. The humidity is 94%. It’s quiet.. abnormally quiet.
A sound deadening blanket has been thrown upon the earth. Even the ever-present clucks from around the corner have been suppressed.
Traffic on the bypass is either much lighter than normal.. or, it’s just unable to be heard through the thick, thick blanket of fog.
Wait… One of the plethora of over loud pickups just went roaring up the bypass. So life does exist somewhere out in this redneck world.
Well.. The coffee cup is calling my name and my computer hasn’t been fired up yet… So, I think on that note I will leave this and to catch y’all on the other side.
