I rode my bike along the Bay Trail this evening. The traffic seemed like  a solid mass moving as one unit. Eerily, there was only a low hum as they slid down the I-80 chute into the 580 flats. They began to stack-up and back up, and the ancillary feeder roads were oddly vacant. The fog was sucked in across the Bay by the East Bay heat vacuum, and the crosswind almost knocked me off my bike.

Anxiety runs rampant in my veins.