Day 3 - 321 -- Reduced Visibility

As I left the house this morning, the air felt damp but warmer than I'd expected. I thought it was drizzling, but that wasn't the case. As I drove up the hill to campus, it was clearly fog -- well actually the air was not that clear. Visibility was a block or so -- the hills on the north side of town were not visible nor was the highway on the south edge of campus. Within an hour, the fog became thicker such that seeing buildings up the road was not possible. While many people may think this a regular occurrence -- we do live in the Maritimes after all -- fog is not seen locally too often. If we were on the eastern or south shores where the coast faces directly into the Atlantic, fog is ever present. In the northeast and not directly on the water (just the estuary to the smaller Strait of Canso) we see fog much less often.

A mystery about communication surfaced again today and even with direct questioning about what could be clarified to ease the anxiety in the receiver, I was not able to change much. That left both sides still in a metaphorical fog of insecurity. I'm hoping that things will improve and self confidence is restored in others involved. As the day wore on I began to feel tightness and pain in my neck and shoulders. Lurking behind that pain were bits of a migraine. I went for a short walk, but soon realized that wouldn't help. So, the headache wasn't based in tension. The neck and shoulders may not be either, but rather symptoms of the underlying headache. I headed home for an ice pack and heating pad to see if either would help. (not really <sigh>). I worked through a bit more grading and am about to head off for what could be a restful sleep that makes this thing disappear. We'll see.

The song that came to mind while walking to the car today, was one I've only heard as an instrumental. What I discovered was there were lyrics and they commemorate an uprising. The song is a lament and the voice for this version fits very well. While my family came from Ireland (several branches of the tree actually from parts of that island), I'm not fully comfortable with a song that urges revolt, yet when taken in context of what was happening 100 years ago, it does make more sense. Enjoy!

Foggy Dew -- Sinead O'Connor and the Chieftans