Somebody stole the river again

Fog down in the valley.   Morning low about 40 F.

(Edit) Actual official overnight, 38 F.  That somehow sounds more than 2 degrees colder.

Political musings for the day

You can put lipstick on a politician, but it's still a politician.

Thursday roadkill report

One dissociated canid leg-bone up by the golf course, couldn't tell if it came from a coyote, fox, or dog.  In fact, guessing by length and fur as to the genus . . .  (Also, rather dessicated, a week or more old.  Wasn't there when I rode the route Tuesday.  Dropped by scavenger?)

Extending the survey into yesterday's drive, six or ten porcupines out on the interstate.  All the identifiable remains seemed to be porcupines, continuing the shortage of skunk corpses noted earlier.

Got out in the cool of the morning (mid 50s F, 61 at the noon news) for my normal weekday route.  The temperature reminds me that all further rides are on sufferance, with winter's glaciers rumbling on the horizon.  Seize the day, seize the ride.  Nothing new or notable in either flora or fauna.

15.33 miles, 1:05:57
That mileage suggests that I should pump up the tires again . . .