Forget clouds. There is now FOG consuming the atmosphere. Fog. Fog! Needless to say, I’m on the verge of a scream. On the bright side (all sarcasm intended), perhaps this dreary, dank weather is preparing me for my middle-aged move to London, when I finally tire of this Yankee living. I have a feeling that the Brit accents and a blue-walled apartment in Notting Hill (along with a pair of red boots) will make things all better.
The weather quacks said something about the fog “burning off” and it becoming a partly cloudy day. In other words, we’re about to get hail. Because they never know what they’re talking about. Some of them, in between mindless, humorless banter, seem to even believe that they control the weather. “I may give you guys some sun today.” If that’s control, then we’re all really in trouble.
Fed Up with Fog.