Weather. Yes, again.

I've never seen fog like we get here. I'm sure it exists in plenty of other places on the planet, but in everywhere else I've lived, if you get up in the morning and it's foggy you can pretty much bet the farm that it'll burn off sometime before you eat lunch.

Here, we get fogs that last for 48 hours and more. Case in point: we've had fog for the last two days now, and it's been so cold that the fog has frozen onto everything so that it looks like an ice storm came through. Jeff said that when he rode through the stuff to work yesterday morning, he looked down at one point and realized that he himself was covered in a layer of ice.

This morning on the way to school the sky was so pastel-y and everything else so white that it looked like the fakest high school play backdrop you can imagine -- like you let the freshman take watercolors to the huge rolls of paper and the sophomores take the canned snow to a bunch of sticks and then propped the latter up in front of the former. But it was all real and, truth be told, quite beautiful in a kitschy kind of way. Made me resolve not to get caught without my camera again because the sight was so unbelievable (but don't hold me to that resolution).

I'm amused that the lights on the interstate go out at 8:30 come hell or high water or a fog so thick that it's nearly impenetrable to headlights. One moment you're driving along navigating by a mental sextant delineated by a long line of orange streetlights, the next you're going 60 mph at an invisible strip of road that you'd darn well better have memorized because they're not going to spend valuable tax dollars on lighting a road when the sun could theoretically be up and lighting the way. O, the humanity.