Good morning GH.  It it just after midnight here in our fair city, and I am only up long enough to blog a bit, and then it's back to bed for me.  I got up when Mary did, although it is likely that she wasn't really awake.  But Sugar the Weather Dog and I sure were.  Sugar had to be asked to leave the bathroom and then, she was back in her hide-e-hole.

It is currently 23 degrees on the desktop readout, and the view out the Weather Window is dark, as usual.  The household thermostat was giving me fits last night, but it was just me, not the fault of the thermostat.  Right now, it is on hold for 67 degrees, why I don't know, but it is.  While the setback thermostats save energy, when they don't work as expected, they can drive you nuts.

I heard a train go by just after midnight, and it made the whole house shake, as usual.  Maybe that's why Sugar the Weather Dog was hiding out, or maybe not.  Wow, another train is about to go by.  I hear its whistle, so the little train that could, is.  Two locomotives and a large number of cars.  It isn't often that I get to actually feel and hear a train up close and personal.

I guess that I am like Dick Fox, the volunteer who writes the ship column for the Grand Haven Tribune.  By the by, in a column on Wednesday, he noted the passing of another shipping season in the Grand River Channel.  The last ship, the self unloading Wilfred Sykes, visited on January 9, according to his most recent column.  Mr. Fox writes about the coming and goings of shipping in the channel, and has done so for the last eleven years or so.  I enjoy his work each time it appears.  His most recent column, is by necessity, his last for this season, because shipping is done until spring.  He did remark in his column, that the January 9 date was late, since shipping is usually done by December.  But, as faithful readers of my blog know, the winter is once again being different here.

Once again, the work I am doing for Mary is driving me crazy, just like that thermostat.  The work is still a booger.

I am listening to a talk radio station from Denver right now, and it is always fascinating what people want to talk about.  These are repeats of shows from earlier in the day, but I am still amazed each night.  The topics are usually politics/elections, medical care, immigration, education, and of course, the never ending debate over the second amendment.  I have no opinion on the amendment, just a sincere wish that we can get past debating about what the amendment means and what the future holds for our country.  Times and circumstances change, and as a nation, we need to change too.  Just one man's opinion.

It will soon be 4:00 AM, and so I am off to bed to gird myself for another day of guitar, work, and walking.  I anticipate that...Tea time will be around 8:00 AM today.  I want to get an early start on my day, so that it doesn't drag on interminably.  I wanted to use the word interminably, so there, I did.  How often do you get to use the words gird and interminable in the same paragraph of writing? So until next time, Ciao.