Wow. The gray, cold wetness is making me sleepy. Carl Sandburg was so wrong -- fog does not come on little cat feet. Fog shows up in the morning like a cool, slimy salamander on the bathroom wall. The next time you look outside, it's gone.

Wait...I've only been surprised by salamanders on bathroom walls while traveling in places that are incredibly humid. Fog and humidity are not at all the same, though related. Salamanders are unlikely in places that are foggy, not humid. Then this simile is cheap and faulty? Uh oh...I feel a little faint...like I might...fall off...the treadmill....

In other news...I had a great time working the late, extended finals hours shift here at the library. I was glad...and then kind of sorry. Formal schooling gives the illusion that things are done. The final is finished. The semester is over. Pass or fail, you move on. Some of these kids will flourish when they learn that real life has none of these markers. Others will feel lost. They'll feel like they're in a never ending final for the hardest course and it will just be...life. I reveal my own experience. I am jealous of the first year freshman who have another three years of structure. They think they know how great it feels to know that school's out for the summer. They don't know, though.  ¶ 2:42 PM