Fall Morning Redux

The whistling ducks flying over each morning keep growing in number… even as they loose all coherence as a flight. Flying over this morning I was reminded of watching a mob move through an environment. I was unable to really gauge there number, but at a guess, I’d say it was north of two dozen.

Today will be interesting. Yesterday at lunchtime we lost internet. After a couple of hours of fighting through the Comcast Automated Answering Bot, I finally talked to a couple of technicians. The consensus being at the end that I needed an onsite technician to probably replace a modem… maybe. That being said, both grandkids will be trying to do virtual school on their phones. I am not even sure that’ll work, but we will see.

If they weren’t so pleasant, these reparative mornings would be a little boring. The same clear skies, the same singing birds, the same flying ducks, the same meaning train whistles, at least the fog changes… it’s a little thicker… as a matter of fact, it’s starting to take on that Halloween look.

This morning’s fog is actually rising to respectable heights. It’s thickening to the tops of the trees. It’s also spreading out from the pipelines and beginning to meet in the middle… my backyard.

Well, the sun is just breaking behind the trees. My coffee cup is running low. And I’ll need to wake grandkid number two shortly…

Y’all stay safe, stay healthy, and Pray for our Nation and the world. I’ll just sit here and watch the fog shift and swirl as the sun rises and banishes it for another day…