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Our weather has been all over the place lately. 70 degrees during the day, 27 at night. It’s temperature whiplash but it makes for some interesting foggy mornings.
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Happily it disguises the new greenhouse construction across the street.
Yay fog.
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There’s something eerily peaceful about waking up to fog.
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It lets me ease into the day slowly.
In other news… my husband went searching for something without asking me the other day and tore everything apart in the process. He laid waste to our utility closet and was halfway though the kitchen junk drawer when I walked in.
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Ironically he organized said drawer in the process and now I can’t find anything.
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River's world..... 
I always enjoy the fog, too. We had quite a bit, but now we’re into hot and dry weather. Boo. What is it with men and the utter inability to ask, “Honey, where is the tape/string/flea medication?!” I’ll hear my spouse opening drawers and cabinets and rummaging and ask what he’s looking for (with an inevitable out-of-sight eyeball) and be able to tell him where it is in seconds.
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Same here. He was looking for Gorilla glue.. which he forgot he took out to the barn last week.
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I was going to leave a comment but I can’t find the keyboard. Drat.
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You could dictate a comment, but one wanna-be dictator is enough.
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More than enough.
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Lol
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The downside of organization.
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I do like the look of the fog!
His organized doesn’t equate to ‘your’ organized.
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