However the fog was described, Ranny just plain didn't like it. It would probably clear sometime before lunch, but he knew that the first few hours were going to be very unpleasant outside. A sharp twinge from an old injury in his left leg reminded him that he'd soon have that to make his life even more miserable than it was now, what with October almost over and winter well on its way. Muttering and cursing to himself, he started pulling on his work clothes, getting ready to head out for another day working for those sons-of-bitches at the Cow Palace.