Fog

We live in the middle of the valley and at certain times of the year get totally socked in with fog. Natural fog. Last night was different.

My wife and I went out for a short 2 mile run last night, pushing the kids in the running stroller. We didn't get but 3 houses away when I heard it.

Chemical Ali.

That's what we call him . . . the mosquito abatement man. He was coming and the fog was thick despite him driving way too fast to do the job properly (I've been meaning to call and complain about that all summer). You would have thought he would cut off the fogger as he passed us, especially since we had our 6 and 1 year children with us, but no, he was in a hurry.

We probably should have stopped and gone in, but we continued the run and shortly got to a place not fogged with good air. We thought we were in the clear. About 15 minutes later we rounded the corner for the home stretch and it hit us again. You couldn't see it anymore, but you could smell it.

Fortunately it is getting pretty cold at night now and that is doing a better job of killing off those buggers than the fog ever will. I can't wait for the autumn to put Chemical Ali out of a job.