NOT DOING ANYTHING

The catatonic fog passed by about 11:30 last night. At first it seemed to just a regular fog, but soon we found we were stuck in the positions in which the first tendrils found us. Little White is sitting here with his hand on the remote, halfway to the button. The TV has been on the Animal Planet all night.

How am I typing this, you may wonder, given the knowledge I am locked in the position of lifting a seal sandwich to my lips. I am psychically working the computer. Amazing, I can make inanimate things work, but cannot move myself or anyone else. On the window I see late night surfers deposited on the beach in hang ten poses.

Why then can I not use the TV remote? It appears that any object touched by a bear is as frozen as he is. All we can do is wait and hope for the antidote fog.

Courage