Bend is socked in with yet another episode of freezing fog -- the fourth this year, by my count, and winter has barely begun.
This morning I was commiserating with a young local musician about the Bend freezing fog phenomenon. He told me he had his own special descriptive term for it.
"Let me see if I can guess," I said. "It's a four-letter word that begins with S and it isn't 'soup.'"
"Nope," he said. "I call it 'being fog-fucked.'"
Fog-fucked. I like it. Kind of sums up life in freezing, foggy, sucky, fucked-up Bend.