or at least that can be what it feels like with crazy high levels of humidity and heat indexes over 110 degrees. This was the view at the end of my street one morning when I rolled out the garbage can, I had to run in and take a picture because it was eery. Usually we have a really cool view of the farmland along the Missouri River but not that day. Everything stopped at the edge of the park. A long time ago I read a Stephen King novel about a heavy fog that appears and the main character is driving down a road and swear he sees a ginormous insect leg in the fog as tall as a house. I don't remember the name of the book, or it may have been a short story, whatever it was, it kinda messed me up a bit when it comes to fog like that. You know, how only Stephen King can mess a person up? Yeah, like that. Last summer/early fall, we had a few days where the fog was so heavy you couldn't see the houses across the street and it didn't go away until well after the lunch hour. In town here that is pretty rare. One of the gals at work said she had read in the Farmers Almanac that 90 days after a heavy, lingering fog like that you'll get a snowstorm. We marked it on our calendars and sure enough 92 days later we had to close the office for the first time in it's history, the schools were closed for a couple of days, the county roads were a mess, it was crazy! So now I'm keeping track of any foggy days to see if we get the slightest bit of snow three months down the road. I'll keep you posted!