Morning Coffee

I don't drink coffee, but I do drink the morning. I don't read the paper but I do read the print. As the paper tells of yesterdays events, the sand tells me of last nights events. The stinkbugs were busy and appeared to cross paths. The kangaroo rats abound. There were white-tailed antelope squirrels going about their business early this morning and in breaking news live and up to the second the last picture tells me there's a little white (and red) desert dog in front of me. Yes, I'm that good.