Season of Keats

Season of mist today indeed.

I realised once I was driving along that I hadn't the foggiest (see what they do with metaphors) how to put my fog lamps on.
I pulled and pushed and twisted at things that wouldn't move as I slowly followed the bus in front of me.
I do believe I might have been in this situation before and thought that I should look at the handbook sometime.
Back home with the car parked outside I think, 'tomorrow when I get in the car I'll look at the handbook. Reality is that I'll probably be running late for something or other and before I know it next misty day... etc...etc...