And it goes something like this… Thick gray fog blankets city in the morning, tiny droplets of something that might actually be rain hit windshields on the freeway. Sorry, folks, I put in my requisition for sunny skies and 78 degrees, but you know how bureaucracy is. On the other hand, many September days are 105 in the Valley (where a certain risible hotel is) so you can be somewhat thankful for this gray embrace.