Breezy, not so cool, and damp, my morning coffee muses.

Overcast mornings are great for sleeping in. And we’ve had a lot of overcast mornings in the last couple of months. It’s after 9am and looks like it’s just after 7am.

The birds are hunkered down somewhere, because there’s no sign of any around.

After days of long sleeves and long pants, I’m back in shorts and tank tops.  Temps in the mid sixties, even with a north breeze, are just nice.

Wind chimes gently singing, the distant rumble of a train passing by, even the traffic on th road doesn’t disturb the peacefulness of the morning.

There are blue jays now talking in the trees. Not much else happening…

I think I’ll go in and see what whoppers the President has told already this morning…