as bone saint freddy says, who knows, or alternately, you never know, right? the ghost in the machines sleeps, as today the fog is sweet and we encounter no haters. i love fog. i love dogs in fog. i love trees in fog. i love to hug my dog in fog. i love to hug myself in fog with a dog looking on while my love is away in a house in the sky in my dream. my love is away my love is here my love is a dog in fog. my love is a tree in fog. my love is a fog dog. my love is a fog tree. 

 p.s. i hope you are ok, bonnie andrew. funny how people disappear in the fog of time.