So in the wee hours of this morning a nice fog rolled in and when I say a nice fog I’m talking holy crap you aren’t seeing far kind of fog. Fog is an interesting weather creation I think in Saskatchewan. We usually attribute it to London, hence why we sometimes call a thick foggy night a London Fog because it invokes those images of a Victorian London covered in fog and spooky figures lurking inside it. I remember a couple of years ago leaving work at nights and seeing fog so thick that it was probably pretty stupid to take my car home. I’m convinced that the only reason I made it home those nights is because I remembered where all the stop signs should’ve been. This of course has never stopped me from taking my car out on foggy nights later of course. I still use the same idea, remember where all the signs should be but one of these days I’m probably going to regret it. I’m guessing when Jack the Ripper comes at me.