January 25

Usually, my morning foggy head is a detriment. I am a person who needs to pin my nightly list of Must-Not-Forgets to the front of my pajamas.

This morning, after I realized that I had indeed forgotten a Must-Not-Forget and headed back towards home to grab it, I caught the sun just as it broke through the fog and blessed my little town with a short-lived sundog (or could it be called a fogdog?).

Today, I am grateful for my forgetfulness.