Monday morning

It's Monday morning. The sky to the west has at its base a ribbon of blue, then salmon then a lighter blue. There are a few high clouds making their way in with the surf.. It's a chilly morning with only one of the few houses I can see from the hotel window having turned on any lights inside.
Yesterday's "Woofstock" at a local park was well attended. The competitions ranging from the pet/owner look-a-like contest to the best pet trick contest seemed to keep everyone involved. The dogs and people in attendance were on their best behavior as I didn't witness any fights nor did I see or step in any messes.
Last night I dreamt of a conversation with a dog and a cat. I don't remember much about the conversation other than it seemed real comfortable and natural. The only surprising thing was seeing the cat walk down a hill on its hind legs. Since I can't find a professional interpretation of a dream about cat's walking I must surmise that maybe we've descended not from monkeys but maybe cats...or maybe a combination of the two.
A city owned garbage truck just drove by. What an odd looking piece of equipment.
Now the sky to the west has at its base dark blue, a vague reddish tint turning more white and then an even lighter blue. One of the long clouds now looks like it has stepped into the sun's spotlight. At least its not speaking to me...yet.
The wind is calm. I can hear the surf in the distance and, as a bicyclist passes by I can see a man changing a tire on an old fifth-wheel trailer just across the street. He's wearing a hooded sweatshirt advertising something...I can't quite make it out. There goes an 80's vintage Chrysler. So far everything seems to be in order. I'm glad that I'm not the guy running a jackhammer in the distance...I think I'd rather drink coffee than bust concrete at 0722.