Driving through fog

So, arriving here in Northern California was beautiful..I took the back roads and wow…I felt like I was in England, Ireland, and America all at the same time.  The California vineyards are gorgeous.  There are so many places to go wine tasting.  I felt like  pulling over at every open tasting spot but I did not.  I am trying to be a good girl because wine is not part of my diet.

Coastal towns are interesting.  I remember feelings of my childhood coming back to me as I drive through the fog feeling a little scared - praying the car doesn’t break down or run out of gas!  The fog is beautiful but it scares the shit out of me.  I guess the journey before the journey is to look at the childhood fear about fog.  It’s a bit funny how we can go through life discovering and unraveling our lives when we choose to become more conscious about everything.  Funny, I didn’t even realize I had this fear of fog until now…
 
It is 7:00 in the morning and I woke up freezing my ass off.  Meg, my “roomie”, likes to keep her thermostat set to 50 degrees!  Is this California or Ireland?  The cold feels the same. I woke up several times last night freezing  and trying to remember if I saw a store where I could return to buy some flannel sheets and an extra blanket - maybe even gloves and a robe.  My roommate may be having a menopause moment but I certainly am not. Can I handle three weeks of cold, damp darkness?

As I write this, I totally get that I am whining.  Maybe the sun will come out today or maybe it will be out by 10:00 am.  This place definitely is not Arizona.

So, the early morning “gym thing” did not happen today.  I will take care of business and know that, in the future, I will have to go in the dark…

P.S.  I cranked the heat up to 60 degrees – oops!  Hope I don’t get busted.