Zero ceiling, zero visibility.
Mulling that over on my couch, sipping my AM coffee.
Temperature is smack dab on the dew point. Aeronautical ceiling is the altitude of your toenails. Visibility less than a mile, which is apparently the limit for aeroplaning around in one of those magnificent machines the magnificent men fly. In.
Notably quiet, no airplane noise. Come to think of it, no I-70 road noise, either. I wonder if they shut it down due to heavy fog. I should check that out. Maybe it's just that the road noise has been absorbed by water particles in the air or something like that. I wonder about that for a minute as a physics problem. Brain then asks if water particles in the air might affect the air density enough to noticeably affect bullet trajectory in long range shooting.
Shut up brain. Just enjoy the foggy moorish morning. Not that you'd even be able to see a long range target. Shut up, brain.
I can't even see the south pasture fence. I'm in an apartment building in a transitional multi-family/agricultural zoning area, and as it happens, it is surrounded by pasture. They call them "flag lots" hereabouts. Looong driveway right of way, the flagpole, to forty acre flag shaped plots. On one of which my building sits.
7:54AM
Finished coffee.
Zero zero
Terry