Good morning GH.  It is nearly 11:00 AM in our fair city.  Mary and I slept in this AM.  I am about to give you a sad weather report.  When we first arose this AM, the skies showed the promise of precipitation, but the reality was that nothing much was happening.  Of course, Sugar the Weather Dog was still asleep in her bed, so I knew that there were no storms last night or yet today.  But wait, there's more as they say in the infomercials.  Mary and I started out for the farmer's market with Sugar, and wouldn't you know it, there came a thunder clap about half way there, and Sugar was off to the races for home.   Unfortunately for she, me and GH, the rain event was very short-lived. Oh well, you can't win them all, but a close tie would be nice.  I had plans for not needing to water today, but that too has turned out to be a pipe dream.  I guess that sometimes you need to accept that the rain gods just aren't with you.  The best laid plans of mice and men and all that.  While there is a need for more rain, a huge need, you just can't make it so by wishing.  As they say, if wishes was fishes, we'd all have a net full.  So, until tomorrow, later.  Oh, the current temperature on the desktop is 77 degrees, and the chance for further precipitation is dropping fast.