An interesting incident occurred Tuesday evening.
I was minding my own business, frittering time away in my dark basement lair, when Genius barged through the non-doored doorway. He was a bit agitated, carrying his fancy schmancy camera.
"You're not going to believe what just happened. I got up from my desk and went to the kitchen for a minute. When I came back, I saw THIS!"
"That's odd. I guess the window just fogged up. Can you wipe it off?"
"I don't know. I took the picture, then came down here. I don't want to go in there. I was only gone a minute, and that appeared!"
"Go see. It's probably condensation."
"Pony! You're coming upstairs with me!"
Of course he didn't tell The Pony what for. And because The Pony is rarely included in the goings-on of Genius, or invited to accompany him anywhere, he went. Eagerly. They returned shortly.
"It won't wipe off. I tried the inside, and I went out on the porch and tried the outside. It's not moving. It looks like it formed in the upper left corner of that frame. You know, it's all one big window glass. That wooden frame part is just pressed on the inside of the glass."
"Yeah. I know it's a fake frame. So it's in between the glass?"
"Uh huh. It's never done that before, in all the time we've lived here. It's creepy."
"You didn't breathe on it or anything?"
"No! I was just sitting there at my desk. It wasn't there when I was watching the sun set. Then I went to the kitchen, and it appeared!"
"I don't know what to tell you. I guess we'll see if it goes away."
The next morning, as the boys were going out the door to summer school, I asked if the fog was still there. The Pony said he didn't look, because Genius had his door closed. Genius had not checked, either.
"I put my shade down last night, and I was afraid to look this morning. You can go see."
"No. That's all right."
When he got home Wednesday at 3:30, Genius raised his shade. The fog was gone. It has not returned.