Could We Have This Weather All Winter Please

"You gonna sleep all day?" asks the voice at the bedroom door.
It's 9:15 and I've been awake only a few moments, stretching and sighing, listening to Joanne and Scott chat in the livingroom, thinking how pleasant it is to hear them out there.

joanne admiring the mist; i'm behind the window in the back door

misty morning

The sun has burned off the fog, Joanne's gone north to see another friend, and I've been out for a heavenly walk.

Then a lovely sit on the back step.
And now: breakfast dishes to be done! Oh the humanity!