Good early morning GH. I have to apologize to my numerous fans, but the crush of business got in the way. I had to take the day off to work at my other job. Well actually, I was just too tired to get up early Monday morning, and then the day just got away. Yesterday I had just enough time to let Sugar the Weather Dog take me for an early morning walk. My other job is the one where my slave driver of a boss makes me work for beans. About all I had time for was breathing, and that was the Reader's Digest version of breathing. But I digress.

Our current temperature is 62 degrees as we strive to achieve a sunny high of 72. No rain in the forecast, either from the Weather Channel app, or from Sugar the Weather Dog herself.  In fact no precipitation until Monday the 9th. 

Mary worked hard on Sunday, and then yesterday we both began working early and worked until late. But that was yesterday and this is today. Mary still has more work to do and I still have to let Sugar take me for a walk. But otherwise, my boss says I can legally have the day off. Since this is Tuesday, it must be laundry day, not Belgium. That's an obscure reference to an old movie title. 

I hope to find time to get to a few other things today too, like guitar and whistle practice, a long walk with Sugar, and some reading. Which reminds me, I promised a report on my last book, Drinking With Men: A Memoir, by Rosie Schaap. 

I found it the type of book that I couldn't put down. Rosie describes her travels through the United States and the world. She followed the Grateful Dead for a while, took time to go to high school, drop out and get her G.E.D., and then attend college. She worked at various jobs, some paying and some not, drank in various mostly dive bars with men, and a few women, and rediscover various religions, including the one to which she was born. She also worked in her native NYC as a chaplain during the time of the 9/11 tragedy, and get both ordained and married. In short, she both found herself and lost her way a few times in her roughly forty years. There is a lot more, but I suggest that if you have time to read, you get Drinking With Men: A Memoir, by Rosie Schaap from your local library and set aside some time to read it.

In sports, I am just going to pick it up with Mondays activities. The boys in blue found another way to lose, this time to the Marlins, 3 - 4, to fall a full 22 games behind the division leading Pirates and 21 games behind the Cardinals. The Tigers maintained an 8.5 game lead over the Tribe as they defeated my beloved Red Sox, 3 - 0. Fortunately, the Red Sox have a 5.5 game over the Rays. I was worried about the Red Sox for awhile, when their bats went to sleep. Now I have to both ache for my beloved team and cheer for the Tigers. A series split for one or the other would be good. The Caps fell to the Lug Nuts, 4 - 9. 

So that's about it for now. Sunrise will be here before I know it, as will my old friend...Tea time. I guess the trains are taking the day off. Ciao.