The fog rolled in early, way after I had turned in for the night. This cool damp morning makes my morning coffee on the porch nice. Fog, like snow tends to muffle the sounds we normally have to put up with. The traffic noise is gone and it’s replaced by the sounds of the water dripping off the roof and of course the birds. And as it’s so cool not even the air-conditioners are running. Unusual for this time of year on the third coast.

After waking up from his long night sleep, Beaux is enjoying a morning nap out here with me, only occasionally popping up to the sound of a distant bark or a squirrel running by. The “good life”.

With all the hullabaloo in the news and the daily grind in general, a nice, cool Sunday morning is just what the doctor ordered.

Enjoy yours

JoDon