Chubby fog

Was it normal fog, or...? Just enough moisture was deposited to start weighing down the maple leaves I've raked onto the parking strip; now we can sit on the stoop and watch the humous develop...
Just a routine maintenance sort of day, with some bread dough production thrown in; our reminescing on walks involved recalling all my mother's friends from Ohio, and where they went to college. That was a tough one for me, but she seemed to be on top of it.
Learning a lot of unexpected things about George Eliot's lover's life. The woman he married came from a family in which marital infidelity was common, not considerd a big deal, and this young woman got Lewes involved in a communal situation; swingers of the 1830's-40's. They also had four sons along the way, with the wifey getting ardent fan mail from male swains even as she lay upon her birthing bed. That old phrase about the mating habits of minks comes to mind...