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Mar. 4th, 2005 08:52![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Fog this morning, driving in to work. I usually like the drive to work now...my office is in Liberty, I live in Independence, and except for all the damn traffic lights on 291 between Truman Rd. and Courtney Rd, it's an easy go. There's no "rush hour" to speak of. My drive takes me through the valley around the Missouri River, and on mornings like today's the valley fills with fog, an eon's wide dish filled with cream. You descend into the low country, watching what is sometimes, literally, a wall approach, and then you pass the soft edge of it and you're in. This morning, though, the fog was dirty, rimed with dust or smoke that turned the edges the brown of old rust: construction nearby, maybe, or fire.
A get together tonight in the Northland that I'll be leaving straight from the office to attend, so I won't see my little girl, awake anyway, until tomorrow morning. Sucks. Being four, and blessed with her mother's ability to pick at an issue like an old scab until I want to scream, she annoys the shit out of me most days but, damnit, she's a sweet kid and I'm ("...go ahead and admit it, Bill.") totally in love with her; it just completes my day, as hard as it sometimes is, to have her around. The exigencies of a day job, gas prices, and a commitment I was too stupid to decline have made their mark on my day, and we deal with it. It's what we do.