It's a gray day here in the CSRA.
When I went to the post office, it seemed a bit foggy. I had to run my windshield wipers even though there was no precipitation. Once I turned onto the road where the post office is, the misting stopped.
I ordered a rib eye steak sandwich for lunch from (don't be square, eat at) The Triangle. I drove around town a bit until it was time to pick up my food. I encountered a FedEx truck barreling down a neighborhood street doing about 45 mph. I flashed my lights, blew my horn and yelled at the driver as he went past. The posted limit is 25, and there were children out in their yards. He noticeably slowed his vehicle, but he was approaching a Stop sign, so that was probably the reason.