The fog has returned. Two days in a row here, holding strong through a significant part of yesterday.

I’m well aware that fog has been known to appear at any time of year, but it seems to take on a special significance in October.

Because October is creepy. If October were a place, it would be a safe harbor for all things sinister and monstrous. It holds mystery and terror and is a breeding ground for all those things that make the hair at the back of your neck stand on end.

And all those things are perfectly happy to be shrouded in a thick grey cloak of fog.

I’m looking forward to heading out this morning into the fog. Perhaps I’ll meet a nice werewolf and we’ll go get a pina colada at Trader Vic’s.