a really heavy fog has moved in, and though i'm very tired i can't go to bed because the teens are monopolizing the bathroom. it's about ten at night, and the puppy is ok with this turn of events, because he enjoys my lap and will gladly sit anywhere where i will pet him a little while longer. i gave out on my reading a little while ago, and i did a little writing, but wasn't really grooving on that either. the fog puts me in a reflective mood.

the house is actually emptier these days. the eighteen-year-old and his friends actually moved out, and we spend time getting their house organized across town, but that leaves us this one, quieter, emptier, peaceful. the fog has settled over a deep snow and it had been raining on this snow for a while. rain, ice, snow, fog - it's been kind of relentless for a while. but it also feels like the worst of the cold is over. a couple of minus-fifteen nights and some very cold days, and the cold front just kind of left. now it's fog and snow.

took off my hearing aids to go to bed, but then of course i couldn't go to bed, so came back downstairs, put puppy back on lap, and now it's tinnitus and the quiet house. out on the street a car comes by occasionally - our brick street does not seem to be too icy and they sometimes have pretty good speed. all day, you follow the rules; you go the speed limit, yield to people, go along in an orderly manner. at night, they seem to take liberty. who knows if they are going from one bar to another or what. i think this weather has gotten to some people. not everyone is going to come out of it intact.

got done running around earlier today, pointed myself back home, and got stopped by a big old train. this one seemed to have a lot of cars from europe on it. it was about two miles long, as they all are, but the cars had logos that were in german, french, danish, etc. why would they all be together? i kind of liked it; i always do, unless the train stops altogether and i have to turn around in no faith that it will ever start again. the graffiti is especially interesting to me, and seems to be in a language of its own.

i now have a train of my own, and this one is online, for writers and poets, and filled up with my pop-art of graffiti on trains. it seems to be pretty sleepy and i must say, there's enough other action out there that people don't really need mine. i'm trying to get it to the point where all i do is make graffiti pop art once in a while, and start a new train - i really don't like policing and avoid it at all costs. i'll make the rules more to my liking, so i'm more likely to survive. that's my general rule on blogs too. if i enjoy doing this, i'll keep coming back.