thick fog

We had more fog this morning than one could experience in back to back performances of the musical Jekyll and Hyde on matinee day.

I saw the original production in Houston at the Alley Theater, years before it made its way to Broadway. It was awful. Best line I heard that night was from an older gentleman who sat next to us. On our way out the door, he said to his wife, "This is almost as good as Cats."

Several years ago Emma Thompson and Jeff Goldblum did a satire on this type of musical theater in a movie (The Tall Guy). Their overwrought musical was based on The Elephant Man.

Anyway, it is a foggy morning.

Franklin and I walked this morning through the gray, and I was more alert than normal in looking for speeding cars tearing through the townlet. We only encountered one car, a local, who left and then came back during our walk, both times at speeds that made me nervous.

The dog, on the other hand, didn't seem to mind. I get in a good mood from his joy at being out walking, his checking all the smell spots that he usually checks, his keeping an eye out for squirrels, rabbits and cats.