That kind of day

One minute you could see across the road, the next you couldn't.
Then you could see across the road, but then you couldn't.
Once again you could see across the road, and once again you couldn't.
And so it carried on during the day. Earlier on, Mrs Rex couldn't see anything on the way to work so turned the car round and headed back home.

She spent the remainder of the day trying to not feel guilty about it.