Our weather pattern appears to be stuck. Although it has warmed into the double digits (currently 12 degrees) we have ... drum roll, please ... dense freezing fog. Ta-da!
There's a chance of snow, which is not much of a stretch for Anchorage in December. The visibility is poor (again, no surprise there) and caution is advised.
Go figure.
The biggest news story of the morning, other than the dense fog advisory, is the torching of the church which Gov. Palin's family attends, in Wasilla. Some ivory-skulled lunkhead probably thinks he/she is doing the Obama camp a favor by burning a church building. Don't waste your time trying to figure that out ... if it were rational, it wouldn't have happened.
Our gasoline remains at $2.43/gallon, for no apparent reason other than greedy refiners. Family in Missouri told us their prices went from $1.39 to $1.59 over the weekend; again, apparently unrelated to the actual cost of oil. No one will admit to knowing why ...
The local #1 TV station continues its 90-minute morning broadcast in the other room, despite the annoyance of a lack of significant stories. No matter: they simply recycle reports from last week as if they were new.
Psalm 22:27-28: “All the ends of the world shall remember and turn to the Lord, and all the kindreds of the nations shall worship before thee. For the kingdom is the Lord's, and he ruleth among the nations.”
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the Saudis are saying they are gonna cut production in an attempt to get the crude oil prices back up to around sixty bucks a barrel...the commodity brokers are panicking already and that is driving up the price of gasoline in some areas..still around a buck seventy here..
It's gone up to about 1.45 in the past week, still not bad, all things considered.
That's one heck of a big moose in your header.
Our prices haven't gone back up, but they never came down very far to begin with.
The moose was in our driveway. It stood about 20 feet from me & we eyeballed each other for a couple of minutes. About the time the girls handed me the camera, ol' Bullwinkle decided I wasn't a threat, and he ambled over to the bushes for a quick brunch.
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