three or four days now on a thick fog that has kind of come and gone, but mostly made visibility difficult. i said to my wife, "it looks like an old fleetwood mac album out there," but the reference was lost to her. We are in the same generation, but clearly not of the same musical leanings. a lot of my friends know exactly what album i'm talking about.

i am grateful to not have to leave galesburg, where i can see the streetlights through the fog and i don't kneed to see that much else besides the car in front of me. out in the mountains when it got this bad i felt like the cliffs and canyons were going to swallow me whole.

i've been working a little on my disney stories - in fact if i can finish "have a magical day" i can name it "have a magical day - and a dozen other short stories from the house of mouse." i'm mulling that over as a full title - and mulling over stopping at thirteen. it would be a small book that way - like the walmart book - seventy pages or so. mulling it over, i said.

i lost a little weight there for a little while, with all that running around and everything - but in the end, i got it all back again. something about the cold and long winter nights sitting here at my chair - i've been eating too many snacks. ah well. right back to where i started. and that's the end of january for ya.