Fog & Pho

I woke up to a foggy morning. I love fog. There’s something so deliciously creepy about it. It really puts me in the mood to read some kind of gothic mystery, or something slightly spooky, or anything by Deanna Raybourn.



I’ve gotten over most of my Christmas funk. My sister and I braved the crowds last Saturday and had a great time shopping and then stopped by the Green Papaya for some pho. I love that stuff.
 

 

I’m still not putting up a tree, but I am quite happy to be able to spend Christmas with my family. I’m still wishing for snow, but the fog will do for now.