Voggy Daze

We're still dealing with a vog bank that makes it dusk from about noon until dark. Rains haven't cleared it for more than a couple of hours in the morning. Winds today are stirring the vog cover around. It's up there, hanging around, and making for an interesting mix of physical and emotional symptoms in me.

Physically:

• my eyes are producing pumice. I would do well to be resourceful and use it as a microscrub for my face, except that my skin has turned tender with the times.
• my lungs are coughing up pumice and acid. It's a chemical peel for bronchial youthfulness.
• my sinuses are being weather chiseled into remains of brain-supporting stalagmites and jaw-hinging stalactites. If the abrasion continues, I won't be able to chew or think about how bad that might be.
• my body is swollen with anti-allergen stuff in an attempt to take the foreign bodies out to sea.

Emotionally:

• I feel like a sack of cement is sitting across my chest and I am a slug for not doing my usual activities anyway.
• My swollen body and tingling surfaces lead me to feel alien, not at home in my own body.
• I feel misunderstood since no one is going to read this and believe that I'm a pumice producing chemical filter.
• I question my own sanity: if it's this bad, why aren't I getting the heck out of here. (Because it's paradise, doggonit.)

Back in the day, I read a book about a jungle adventure with a volcano and they encountered vog in the story and I thought "how cool." Actually, I thought that the author had made up the word and pretty much the idea. Let me assure you: vog is real. It is not cool.

And the poor folks who paid big bucks for a tropical vacation here. I think that I have something to complain about?!

For a satellite image of the vog go to:
http://www.redorbit.com/images/images-of-the-day/img/19601/vog_from_the_kilauea_volcano_in_hawaii/index.html