Just went for a walk in the dense fog out there. It's so thick I could barely see to the end of the street, then everything blurs away. Forlorn yet beautiful. It's gonna turn into a sauna later today, for sure. I always wanted to hang out somewhere where the fog creeps across the ground in wisps, layers revealing, concealing. The only place I've been where I actually saw that was when driving through the redwoody hills on the coast, a ways north of San Francisco. Very pretty out there.
Nothing much has happened lately, except I did finally break down and order a dollfie.
They're expensive but I've wanted one for so long. I just hope I don't
get ripped off. It'll take weeks for it to get here anyway.
There's a chipmunk living in my front yard!