This morning broke with some more fog that will burn off soon. A muggy, humid day ahead for us. This is a pretty pathetic fence that I found this morning. I don't think it could even keep the flowers out by the looks of it. There was always something special creeping around delivering the Press Herald in the heavy foggy mornings. Walking the streets of Bishop, Mayfield, Adelaide and Bell, just to name a few, at 5:30 AM always contained a hint of mystery. Add some pea soup fog, and that was only heightened. The fact that many of the houses were still dark, and most of my friends were still tucked in dreamland was an aspect of the morning that sort of fueled my day in a strange sort of way. Up earl, I was ahead of their day. Get ahead; stay ahead. I always have loved and still do the early morning. I trace it to the fact that I was born at 7:10 AM. There, the secret of my love of mornings is out. I can't remember the last time I overslept. Maybe 20 years ago? Maybe never. I set a radio alarm, but never use it. My head, you see, is seldom in an early fog.