Good early morning GH. It is just past 3:00 AM in "The City," and the current temperature is 15°, which is the warmest it will get today. In addition we will have, wait for it, snow showers, until later today. Accumulations are unknown at this time, but given our track record, the snow will accumulate. Sigh.

Enough with the snow already. I can't shovel it, I can't walk on sidewalks that are snow clogged, and I can't wait for it to be gone. Now I am done.

I had my now famous banana/nut bread for breakfast on Wednesday, and it was better that ever. Better than other loaves I've baked? Probably not, but I think I've got it down now. Mary thinks so too. When I think about it, I can scramble eggs and make other breakfast items. I can bake banana/nut bread, make cookies, chop and cut vegetables to make soups and salads, preferably with Iceberg lettuce and bottled dressing, and make a reasonable stir fry when I wish. While I"m not in Mary's league in the kitchen, I can survive. Sugar the Weather Dog/Sous Chef and I will never starve. Since we have public transportation and the internet, I would not have to drive to get to the grocery store.

All of that, and I'm not counting my skills at the grill. While I"m not in Adam's league there either, I can get the grill started, successfully grill corn and other vegetables, and even grill burgers and chops when I choose. However right now, the grill is under a tarp and a huge pile of snow in the back forty. Maybe by June I can get it back.

Our streets are passable these days. Mary can drive me to P/T and other places. One good thing about winter it does end, even here in Michigan. I may have my doubts, but I know that since the pitchers and catchers report in nine days, spring will soon be here. That's in spite of that groundhog in Pennsylvania and his shadowy prediction. What a surprise, six more weeks of winter after February 2.

I finished my latest book. Good news, Chet and Bernie solved another mystery. Now I get to read Sasha Abramsky's The American Way of Poverty. I am back to non-fiction in this one. For some fun and light reading, I will be following that with Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, by Michael Tomasky, a short book that Mary downloaded onto her kindle for me. Instead of the usual tome about the Beatles, this one deals with the events that surrounded their arrival in the U.S. It has been 50 years for those who weren't here. Sigh.

It is funny, Mary and I were talking about the benefits of being contemporaneous with your significant other. Otherwise, many cultural milestones are unknown to your partner. For many people less than thirty years old, Sir Paul McCartney is the guy who pops up on television once in awhile. A fair singer and an elderly rock and roll legend. Sigh.

In this case, I have to agree with that adage attributed to George Bernard Shaw, "What a pity that youth must be wasted on the young." Shaw passed in 1950 at 94. So, while there are many things he purportedly said and that some remember, his passing wasn't even a footnote in history for all too many.

So, until I have more to say, I'll go back to bed and await...Tea time and Cheerios. More exercises that I learned yesterday and am now permitted to do, and more reading. I should do some laundry too. But if I don't, the world will not end. Sunrise will be at 7:54 AM and sunset at 6:04 PM. Ciao.