Fog Delay

The perfect way to celebrate the first day of Fall would have been to have a fog delay. I was so hoping as I woke up and looked outside that my view of the houses across the street would be obliterated by thick, soupy, grayness rather than the clarity that was really there. Normally, I fight for clarity and wish that all fuzziness would be eliminated from my life, but this is where I embrace it. Maybe I should learn to embrace more grayness rather than striving for solely that which is black and white. In the meantime, while I learn to do that, I am still hoping for a fog delay. Maybe the superintendant can work on embracing fogginess, too.