Foggy and warm, like riding in a steamy bathroom. My folks left on a trip to Chicago this morning so I rode out to the airport to get their car from the daily lot. Saves them some dough and it gives me an excuse to get in a longish ride out of town. All the hay has been cut, baled, and stacked and on every stack there's a hawk (redtail? Swainson's?) sitting there looking for mice. I love hawks.