The Fog's In: Thinking of Magritte

I'm not what you'd call a Fog Person, and I've never had much good to say about it, but hallelujah--the fog was in this morning and I'm grateful for the relief from the heat. We on the coast get off easy anyway, no triple digits like a good part of central California and the mountains. High to us in the eighties.

I'm weary of contemplating paint swatches and mulling over color combinations for the house. Prep will be over soon enough and decisions will have to be made, but I'm not sure how that's gonna go. The polka dots of primer aren't really the statement I want to make.