Morning mist and not-walks

 

 It was a crisp 48° when I fed the dogs this morning. The mists hung heavy in the air. Beyond the rooftops, where the Ohio River snakes its way through the valley, it rose and churned in the light breeze. The sun remained shrouded for quite some time.

No walking adventures for Hershey and me today. I couldn't drag myself out of bed before 7:30. Everyone and their brother walks their dogs after this time. Some are polite; Some growl and bluster. Their dogs aren't so bad, however.