A 25 degree sunrise at the ranch. The dogs were more than ready for the morning packwalk at that temperature; Dale, well, not as much but once we got moving, he was okay with freezing his butt off. A rousing high of 34 and so foggy you couldn't see the garage/shop from the deck is how the afternoon went. By early evening, only the Christmas lights outside were bright enough to be seen as a blob of light out by the poo flinger and the flagpole. Yep, must be December, but without the rain, oddly enough.