Still find it weird that when I look out the window I can't see anything. The fog has truly gotten old, and I would prefer to have the grounds to look at. Why is it the one time I cannot go outside, or well it would be against better judgement, I want to go outside. I suppose it is true the old saying a girl wants what she cannot have. Or was it a boy wants what he cannot have? Or does it just work the same way. Speaking of wants. Well I have curled up with my blanket since I can't go outside. Anyone care to distract/entertain me. It is my 'social' time. John. Jamie?!