But in the meantime, today I finally got a bit of another of my favorite f-words - fog. I really, really love fog, and I have been lamenting the total lack thereof around here. While the East Coast was getting slammed with Sandy (I hope everyone back there has come through the storm with a minimum of damage, and that you and your loved ones are all safe), we got Santa Anas. Not nearly so frightening (unless they come with fires, but this time we got lucky), but it does mean wild temperature swings and very very dry air, all of which makes me cranky. (There's just something weird about going to swim at 6:15, when it's 48 degrees - outdoor pool, btw - and then, by noon, it's 78+ degrees, and the air conditioning is blasting in the building. Dudes, how do you even dress for that?)(OK, I know the answer - layers.)
But this morning when I woke up, the world was blanketed in fog. Tilly and I went for our weekly walk at our local open space, about which I've written before, and today it was a new and mysterious world.
I'm knitting some things that feel like foggy weather does to me, too, appropriately enough. I've finished the body of the Wine Dark Sea II sweater (I'm wearing the old, baggy, comfy one today).
And I'm working on a new pair of socks. (As a quick update, I turned the heel on the Silk Road socks, only to find out that I'd made an assumption - and you know what they say about assumptions - that was wrong. So some ripping back is in order. More on that next time.)
I should mention that this mid-week post came courtesy of a weekend working in Northern California (language revitalization trainings) last weekend, and another trip to Tehachapi this coming weekend. I tend not to have much energy for posting when I travel that much, so I thought I'd better grab the chance while I could. So I probably won't post again until mid-next week at the soonest. In the meantime, I wish you all a contemplative Samhain.