The “To Do” list is very long and needs my attention. I’ve got a lot of stuff to do… But… I don’t care. I’m pleasantly in a fog. A glorious fog that rolled into my life. The same kind of dense fog you might wake up to along the coast of Maine. The billows of damp mist that rolls onto the coastline. The kind that feels cold, wet and humid. The kind of fog that immediately curls my untamed mane and dampens my skin.