After a brutal cold snap that had the usual suspects yammering that global warming is a hoax, yesterday was marked by unseasonably warm temperatures, and today the mercury is supposed to hit the 60's fahrenheit (about 16 celsius). Besides the balmy temperatures, the fog blanketing the area is thick enough to cut up and spread on toast. After spending the wee hours wandering around a scene from a production of "The Hound of the Baskervilles", a beautiful, otherworldly scene was revealed after daybreak:
Sight lines aren't very good... the scenery fades into a soft, pale gray loveliness:
I'm sure it doesn't look so pretty on the roadways, so I'll probably hunker down in a cafe and have a post graveyard-shift coffee until the rush hour wanes.
As a humorous postscript, I want to say that my job is not the sort of job that someone who's easily rattled could ever perform. My former supervisor once told me of a new hire who couldn't finish the night. He called the supervisor at home and told him, "I can't work here, I just saw a ghost." Dude was so freaked out, when the supervisor came to see what his problem was, he handed over the company cell phone and the site keys... he was in such a hurry, he ran a red light in his haste to get out of the parking lot. That guy really would not have liked today. Me? I love it!