“Dewy  was the morning; dewy was the day. Dewey was the Admiral at Manila Bay.” I don’t know where my mother got that; perhaps it was a memory aid she learned in school.

Dewy was the morning early today, I’m sure. The forecast predicted patchy dense fog, but I didn’t go out until 7:30; and by then a lot of the fog had burned off. Ergo I didn’t get to see any spiderwebs bedecked in dew.

Today I went to the park to ride. But I was tired; not so much energy-wise as leg-wise. I got a good workout yesterday; and before I finished one circuit of the park I felt my legs cry uncle.