Too foggy.

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Without a great true need, I won't bother driving in this.  Oh, it's beautiful.  For me, it is a favored weather.  As is rain and snow.  With fog, though, travel alone, in the dark, to some place, without being seen or heard, is a bit easier.  There are places where and when I have been where this wasn't so much an option as a necessity.  Obviously, at least at one time, I was good enough at it.  So... I favor such weather patterns.  Home and comfort become beautiful to eyes that have strayed far and had to make those things, and take them, when offered.  As much as I love fog, if I don't have to drive in it I won't.  I would love to hike in it, if I was up to that.  Alone, or in the right company so as to be alone together, such a trek would be good.

I called my friend.  Beside mentioning the fog as an impediment, he suggested that he had no immediate needs.  He just needed to talk a bit.  A very good friend of his has died.  Pneumonia, he was told.  He died from it in very short order, less than a week if I heard correctly.  Younger than me, we suspect.  His only problem, that I knew about, was a back injury.  So it was a surprise death.  This immigration is going to take many.  The illnesses coming across the border are revised old illnesses that a decent medical system and public education and practices, had eliminated here.  But they have festered in some places, getting dosed but not properly, and turned into untreatable or barely treatable diseases.  Polio, I have heard, is back.  A new form of it, that doesn't respond well.  Among others, some named, some not.  All, I suspect, part of the plan, or for the planners perhaps just an unintended consequence they might have hoped but not suspected.

With getting to town out of the picture, for tonight, I will just... when I wake a bit better, move on to a few chores.  Cat litter change, sweeping and mopping a few areas, perhaps working on a spot or two on the carpeting, and getting something to eat.  If the steak is thawed I may even light the grill.  I won't put such a dearly priced steak in for a potentially questionable pan fry.  Oh, sure, I can do that right... sometimes.  But I know I can grill a steak over coals just right almost every time.  After just going out for a ribeye, I might have held off.  But I am terribly curious about the gifted Omaha steaks.  It has been a while since I had a steak, too, so I suppose two in a row isn't a horrible thing.  Oh... the place we ate sells steaks too.  I ought to compare prices, and then compare grilled flavor.  Beside being a home state institution, I am curious if their sold steaks are, or can be, as good as their cooked steaks... for when I can't get out.

Another cup of joe and then to it.  Later.