Precursors to the storm, supposedly on it's way later this week. Smeary grey winds blow warm and gusty bluffery, intermittently obscuring the horizons and mountains with a high white sky. A bit hazy myself, despite a sufficient amount of tea. Odd day just being back-up to a new scrub tech, although probably best that I didn't have to be on my toes today. She did fine, and I got to nurture my fog.
Moby tried to get out in the hall when D left to get the mail. So, I put his collar on, and opened the door for him. He sat politely where he could see out, if he turned his head. When D returned, me still holding the door open to the hall, Moby peered out, seemed to consider, made a few feints, then went ***just*** outside the frame, and immediately turned around and came back in, decisively. So, we opened the door to the balcony. He went out, turned around... and came back in. Quite enough adventure for him, and then back on the bed for a lie down.