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I don't know how it is where you are or what it will be like a few minutes from now. But the fog I encountered while riding my bike to work this morning was the thickest I can recall in years.
I wonder how widespread it was.
I guess I could turn on one of the newsroom TVs and check out some Live Team Coverage of the conditions.
But I'm not THAT curious.
So, I had this little thing I wanted to write. I tried all day to get it right, but the words played a game of chase and stayed just out of reach. Finally, out of patience, I walked away.
“I don’t care,” I
called over my shoulder. “I didn’t want you anyway.” And, just like
that, there they were.