Today's sky report

I came to work today, pool-less, on my propeller bike (the propeller describes the insignia, not the power train). As I looked up and around, I felt like I was in a cereal bowl. (I think I may have used this simile before.) The edges of the sky all around me were grey, but directly overhead it was blue. In the cereal bowl were tiny, shiny toys moving down the freeway. For fiber, we had the trees. Later on, I learned that the grey all around was caused by fog banks. The supermoist air smeared my face shield, rendering me myopic. I rode on, hoping the smear would disappear, but I fear that eventually I had to clear using what was near (my glove) . Oh, dear.