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.

Typical Monday.

It is dismal and dark

and travel’s impeded,

but still I applaud it

for shovels aren’t needed.

The Bard Of Sherman Avenue