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Foggy and 50. Could barely see out my windshield this morning, visibility was something like 200 feet. Even so, it's got to be my favorite kind of weather; something about it creates nostalgia and inspires a certain kind of tune to hum, the same way rain inspires cascading arpeggios or a clear night sky inspires slow, wistful strings.
I didn't have much time this morning so I nuked a hot pocket (Italian Meatball), grabbed a bottle of water and went on my way. Hopefully I'll survive without my Monster Sunrise. So far so good on that one.
Holidays are approaching fast... if it weren't for this "covid nineteen" I'd have more of a celebration to look forward to. 2022 is in 16 days. How the time flies, huh?
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