Of fog and fogginess...

The fog crept into the corners of the tri-county area sometime last evening to poison my thoughts with its Dickensian associations and make it hard to drive on the highway. It hasn't abated today, but instead stuck around to keep me from thinking clearly...I'm just too mentally tired and want to be home curled up with a book and some hot tea.

Instead I'm stuffing envelopes.

Of course, I am listening to the awesome Juliana Hatfield from my iPod plugged into the weeny little computer speaker-bar-thing in my office while stuffing said envelopes, so things could be more boring and sad than they are.

I visited baby Lily last night (whom I apparently cause to vomit repeatedly), and it was nice to see such a comfy-looking little bundle of person despite the fact that I cause her some digestive distess. I cause myself digestive distress, though, so maybe no one should be surprised. I guess that could be my superhero power -- making people puke and feel bad in their stomachs.

Short attention span

I usually have a short attention span (can you tell by how often I've written here?), but it's really bad today.

So much is going on in the little world around me that I just haven't been processing at the correct speed, and now it's making me not be able to pay attention to producing various correspondence and stuffing various envelopes at my job.

I got some work done this morning, so I guess that's something.