The Fog

I believe it was Carl Sandberg that said in a poem "the fog comes on little cat feet" and it sure did today. One minute it looked a little fuzzy a far out and the next minute there was pea soup fog right up to the kitchen window. I went to town to the post office and I could only see about a block and a half either way when turning corners or crossing streets.

I was glad I didn't have to get out of the car because it was slick underneath. It warmed to 40 degrees today and I think the huge piles of snow might have sunk down a bit but there is so much, and now it is going to be colder tomorrow. That is good because then the fog has to go. But there may be freezing drizzle to replace it and that's not good. I did get out of the car to get the mail and there was about 2" of water to walk through to get it. Should have worn my boots. Didn't think of that.