When I took the garbage out, I had to stop and take in the sight of the heavy fog blocking out anything half a block away.  I do love when the fog cloaks the cemetery.  Shades of Bela Lugosi!  You almost expect him to walk up and tap you on the shoulder.

     Two a.m. and the temperature is up to fifty-seven degrees, the warmest it has been all day…um …well, night.  Strange weather we’re having for sure.

     Yesterday afternoon the fog wasn’t as dense but still had us pretty well socked in.