Actually, I hate forgetting to take the cold medicine before bed so it wears off at 3am. If it’s still around tomorrow, I won’t make the same mistake again!

In the meantime, GO SEE FLOSSIE! She’s on the prowl for a new flurf.

What’s a flurf? You should ask. Depending on her mood, it’s probably different than the last time someone asked her. The true meaning of flurf is lost to the ages (or is that just age).

Go see Flossie!

Yesterday, it had been foggy at our house for two days. No sunlight. No visibility more than 30 feet out. Just a vague concept that it was either light or dark. Don’t get me wrong: I love the fog. A good thick fog is quieting and mysterious, and just plain nifty in every way that counts. (Did you know that they’re remaking The Fog?)

I was driving to work, and came over the crest of a hill, and all of a sudden it wasn’t foggy. The sun was shining in a clear blue sky, the geese were headed South for the Winter, and there were little smoke puffs coming from chimneys on the other side of the hill. It was almost like I drove into a greeting card commercial. It brought out all sorts of life is good feelings and made me gushy.

I quickly shoved the sappy feelings back in the dark little place I usually keep them… right beside the unnatural fondness I hold for Willow and Peggy Sue Got Married.

I looked in the rear view mirror, and a large part of the city was under this fluffy white layer of marshmallow. It was neat.