As I sit, waiting for a huge ball of extraordinarily violent flaming gas to ascend the heavens from behind it's mountain bunker, I think to myself "Darn gosh, I wish I'd remembered to put my clock backwards". No worries though, I bought a coffee with my last two dollar bills and am munching strawberry nutri-grain bars. Look's like these's a ground frost, which would explain why I was cold last night while experimenting with new sleeping positions that cause overnight damage to muscles I didn't know existed.
Finally we're off again, and now the cloud's are hugging the ground tightly, barely giving us a few metres of vision. Jolly foggy.