fog fog fog. fog in the morning, fog at night. THICK fog - couldn't see up to the stop-sign from the mid-block alley just before it.

fog is extremely cool. of course i wouldn't want to live in it, but it's sure neat for someone who never sees it. i love that mysterious effect where the edges of things just suddenly show up at you, where one pace before there was nothing there. magic! really neat pearly kind of light filtering down through it too. and riding, i could actually feel the individual little droplets meeting my skin. it's as quiet and private as snow without the disadvantages of snow, very very neat. and ooooooo, the smell of it . . . could breathe that for days. i was more careful than usual though. got no idea how visible any of my visibility stuff is through fog, so i just assumed it wasn't at all and based myself on that. started late again, so traffic was pretty mild anyway. dunno the temperature, something between 5 and 10 probably.

must have been low cloud, not river fog. when i got down to the last steep descent and was almost at river-level, it thinned out very suddenly. then thickened up again as i went up the bridge, thinned as i came down . . . couldn't see the river as anything but a shadow from up there. like a whistler painting. i liked it a lot. was even more careful coming home, what with the dark on top of the fog, but it was fine.

nothing in the health club at all. but as i came into work there was a van with a trailer parked just outside the doors. odd. van and trailer had washington plates. trailer had a texas-based url sign-painted across the back of it. and the van had a 'university of so cal' decal along the back window. you wonder how they got all of it together in the first place, never mind up here to bc.

counting down the final two months. yee HAH.