We have had the most bizarre weather here lately. Every morning, I wake up and wonder if perhaps we've acquired, by some Christmas magic, London weather. Fog everywhere. Or as my Dad calls it, werewolf weather. At first I just attributed this to the lakes in our neighborhood, but on my commutes to work I find that it has enveloped the city. The tops of the buildings downtown have disappeared above the fourth story, as if they never even existed. I feel a little sorry for the people working in them, staring at cloudy nothingness all day, day after day.
I stayed home sick yesterday, and even though I didn't feel well, it was a treat to get to peer at the fog from my nice warm, lamp lit house. Mabel has been edgy with the fog, anything out of the ordinary upsets her. Except snow, snow makes her frolic.
I spent the afternoon in my favorite outfit; a pair of turquoise pajama pants covered in pink dogs and sleds and my pink hooded sweatshirt. I drank hot tea and ate the rest of my Christmas party cookies. I managed to write a few things, a few story ideas that have been floating around in my head over the past few months. It is sad to think that I have to get sick before I alot time to be creative, but that's the way it goes these days. I hope the rest of you are having a better weather situation, especially those of you in Oklahoma.