This morning I was up before the westie. Which is, for me, unusual. She is usually up before me, staring at me and sometimes doing a very cute growl, pounce and bark (which is very very bad manners and we are trying to make her stop). I was also up before the sun hit the barn and before the mountains were visible. Now the fog has rolled down the mountains and rests at the bottom of the hill like a ribbon, and the sun has revealed a farmer moving things and rearranging in our barn. Susie the westie is still asleep.