Gooby, The Musk Ox Who Thought She Was A Dog

…a book for children

So, I went to bed early last night…about 9:30 pm. This is very rare for me, but I had been dragging ass since about 7:30, so I finally gave up the fight.

Which is mostly why, on a Saturday morning, I’m up and at ’em at 7:00 after giving The Girls their Second Breakfast (First Breakfast having happened at the usual time of 4:30 am.

It is pretty foggy out, which I like as long as I’m not driving in it. Here in Central California, we get some of the world’s densest, most long lasting fog. The driving populace, however, seems to think nothing of this and so drives like it was a bright and sunny day. Which is why you’ll hear about 200 car pile-ups on I-5 or Highway 99 every couple years.

But for walking around, really dense fog is great. Sounds are muted, everything is mysterious, nobody can see you unless they are within arms length. Lots of fun. In an earlier portion of my life, fog was a great ally in my then career. Yeah, I loves me some fog.

But I loves me some tea even more, so I’m out of here to put the kettle on and scare up some grub. More Live Journalism later, including, maybe, a new bit of Poll Based Madness.