Grinning in the Fog

“Now that you’re an adult, you might still feel a pang of guilt when you decline a dinner invitation in favor of a good book. Or maybe you like to eat alone in restaurants and could do without the pitying looks from fellow diners. Or you’re told that you’re “in your head too much”, a phrase that’s often deployed against the quiet and cerebral. Or maybe there’s another word for such people: thinkers.”  ~ Susan Cain

“I was always an unusual girl. My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality; just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean.”  ~ Lana Del Rey

“Each of us is an artist of our days; the greater our integrity and awareness, the more original and creative our time will become.”  ~ John O’Donohue

Some mornings the drug in my coffee just doesn’t seem to do what it is supposed to do. Yeh, today’s the day. I’ll likely make another small pot in a few minutes, then make sure the coffee is attended to at work as well. Drinking coffee all day just cannot be healthy. Dag nab it, is it just me, or does our society really run on a legal stimulant? Social commentary aside, I’m gonna do what I have to do to get through the day. John Lennon sang “whatever gets you through the night”. He didn’t say anything about the day, but I suspect daytime can be included in that advice. What say you, Brother John? I know, I know, you’ve been dead for nearly 40 years. But you don’t get off that easy, man. I could ask Ringo instead, but he likely would just say peace and love and stuff. Never mind. Soooo, in spite of grogginess I did learn a new word this morning: pogonip. It is one of my favorite rare weather phenomena. Quite simply put, it is what I call “ice fog”. I’ve seen it a few times, and even spent a good 20-30 minutes one morning, air temperature right around 0º F, and me walking around like a nitwit grinning, wearing non-sensible shoes, camera in hand, all the while feeling fellowship with the donkeys in the pasture across the road. Nor was I wearing gloves. It all kinda sorta seemed simply real. When I went back inside I noticed that the extreme weather had not really bothered me much at all. Go figure. Hmmmm, now . . . I just noticed that it is shower time. I don’t get to go back to sleep so a shower sounds like a good second best. There I go.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.

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