Misty morning serenade

This wee thrush (?) was singing his/her heart out this morning. A thick fog gave the impression that we were in the middle of the clouds. It muffled the sounds from the valley below and left an eerie almost silence.

That silence was broken only by the sound of birdsong and the snuffling of a big red dog.

Peace pervaded everything. With great reluctance, I started my car and drove to school.

An okay day.

Good to talk to HPX this evening.

A long soak in a hot bath with a glass of single malt in hand and a crappy book.

Two years of blip tomorrow - yikes!

Night. =)