Mist therapy

Everything's just about ready for the trip. We have our seat reservations (no thanks to Asiana's terrible website), the new trousers my mother sent me should be hemmed and pressed by now, and monshu has been buying up tiny bottles and tubes of all the needfuls. So why do I sit here almost shaking with rage?

( Only if you really want to know )

So the upshot is that I need distraction and amusement. Shall I throw out an idea for responses?

Today the city is supposedly blanketed in dense fog. Up here, it's wispy at best, though it is cutting off all morning sunlight. So tell me: What are your associations with fog and mist? Is it pleasantly spooky or plain annoying? Do you miss it where you live now or have you only read about it in Victorian novels or what?