I’ve listened to a lot of weather reports over the years, but this morning’s was a first. Frozen fog was causing accidents all over Carroll County. The pre-caffeinated brain has trouble conceptualizing this. How can fog freeze? Isn’t that oxymoronic? Isn’t fog water suspended in the air? If it freezes, wouldn’t that make it sleet or snow? If fog freezes, can you walk through it? Or it is like crunchy air? Could you get stuck in it? These are difficult questions to ponder in the early morning darkness.
Is it any wonder I hate waking up? Too much information bombards me too early in the day. Snow and sub-zero temperatures are bad enough…but at least they are predicted. But freezing fog? What am I supposed to do with this information?
Ah, but a cup of coffee lifts my mental fog. The air is foggy but the temperature has dropped to below freezing, so all that oogy dampness on the sidewalks and roads has frozen. And that makes for very treacherous driving.
Ok. Now the caffeine needs to kick in so I can plan my alternate route to work. The traffic report lists many roads that I traverse on my avoid-the-highway route. Alas, the back roads are not an option today. I will be forced to take the Beltway. Oh, let’s hope that drivers can avoid crunching into each other or it will take me twice as long to get to school.
While I ponder this, Carroll County decides on a two-hour delay. It’s a rather late call and I know at least one of my colleagues is already on her way to school. Now the question is whether we will shift our half-day exam schedule or cancel school. I wait for the call. Caffeine and anxiety course through my system.
School is cancelled. And I’m wide awake. Frozen at the window. Peering into the fog.