Good morning GH. It has just passed 3:00 AM in "The City" and the current temperature is 61 under clear skies. We are heading for a high of 78 sunny degrees. That 40% chance of precipitation predicted for Sunday has become 20%. Not to worry, the growing season is essentially over.

On Friday, Mary finished her work-day in time for the early afternoon showing of Rush. Here is my review. SEE IT! Sugar and I took two walks before we left and that made the day complete. I think that fall may be my favorite season, especially in our adopted town and state. Sunny skies, moderate temperatures, and a few leaves crunching under our feet. I won't revisit that quote from Camelot again, but that's the one that seems most apropos.

When we returned from the movie, we stopped in at our favorite watering hole and then on to home for some television for both of us, and then bed for me. Mary watched that show about people trying to decide what would be the worst house that they could choose to buy, and then buying it. I have watched a few times and I have to agree with Mary. The people start out with high ideals, needs and wants, and then end up choosing a place to live that seems far afield from their original plan. Go figure.

Today, a bit more music, a bit more reading after walking with Sugar the Weather Dog. Mary has to get busy on her latest project. Her favorite morning radio show won't be on today, so that means that she will be getting up a wee bit earlier.

In sports, the boys in blue are wrapping up their season in St. Louis against the Cardinals, whom they lost to 0 - 7. They're on their way home. The Tigers are on their way to the playoffs, so that 2 - 3 loss to the Marlins isn't terribly important, unless you worry about that momentum thing. My beloved Red Sox hammered the Orioles 12 - 3. They got the "Big Mo" going for them. The Yankees are just an afterthought. Today is college football day, so I know where part of my day will be spent. I can't explain it, but there is something about the college game that seems more real. It may just be me, but I like it.

I can live without the pro game. High paid mercenaries who can't run more than 20 years without having to be given oxygen. Adam is right. Soccer games go from start to finish at high speeds and those players are on the field from start to finish. I know that Hemingway said that sport requires the chance to die in the pursuit of the game, but I like to think that real sports requires athletic people, well trained, and highly skilled.

So that's about it. Time to get on with my nap and then get up in time for Auto Talk and hear about 15 year old cars with 150,000 miles on the clock. I hear a train a'comin, so they are on a relatively regular schedule today. The other day they came by at 12:00 AM and then again at 5:00 AM. This sounds like that horn happy engineer again. Ciao.