Fog has set in today, thickening by the minute as I ate my breakfast banana. (Yes, I also do brunch bananas, and other alliterative fruit.)
This was really just a chance to write about fog, or ‘pea soupers’ as they were called in London in the 19th century. Given all the pollution then, a fog mixing with it could be very nasty then. A bit like photochemicals and sunlight in LA these days, but without the stovepipe hats.
Equally, a chance to play with formats for titles, Â ‘Of Mice and Men’ being the original.
But fog might equally describe feelings about work. We have a new team structure. New colleagues ready to get going. And how is it meant to work? Unclear.
To go for another title, not so much a need for ‘parting the waves’ as thinning the fog. The trouble is, I’m less prepared to accept it all than I used to be, or to put myself forward to do the fog thinning.
The other thing is that with these new colleagues, work load is going down (or is meant to be), which suddenly allows other vistas to open up in what has been called (at times laughingly) my home life. This is not because I don’t want a home life incidently – in fact, the distraction from work is all the greater because there has been so much time away from doing my own thing.
Maybe it’s a chance for yet more cooking (back to the peas and soup). Or blogging. Or writing other things. Or maybe just time to see where the wind’s blowing, so to speak.