Good morning GH. It is just after 7:30 a.m. in "The City," and the current temperature is 18° as we head towards a balmy high of 19°. This week promises to be a cold one. I think it may be time to rename the days of the week to something more reflective of the way things are lately. All of the days this week will be cold followed by colder and colder with a chance of sun and snow showers. In fact, the word sunny doesn't appear in the forecast until March 3, with a high temperature of 24°.

The sun, such as it is, will have risen at 7:28 a.m., just before I returned to bed. Sugar the Weather Dog will have been out by then too if all goes well.  I want to get back to doing her regular twice a day walks, but the ice and snow have precluded that activity. In this case, it takes her much  younger walker to traverse the ice, and Sugar appreciates it.  Obviously not today, probably not tomorrow, but soon, and for the balance of the next three seasons.

I found an interesting article on the internet about Hank, the stray dog that wandered into the Atlanta Braces training camp that. If you are interested, here is the link from the archives of AP sports. http://sports.yahoo.com/news/stray-dog-hank-becomes-big-201333592--mlb.html.
It warms your heart on a cold day before baseball season starts. I am always a sucker for a dog story, or a pair of big brown eyes, just ask Sugar.

Speaking of sports and using that line from old time sportscaster, Howard Cosell, Dale Earnhardt Jr. won the Daytona 500 yesterday/last night. The race, drivers, and the fans endured a nearly six and one-half hour rain and tornado delay and myriad crashes, but Junior was victorious in the end, just in front of one of those crashes. He crossed the finish line and took the checkered flag that was being waved right beside a yellow caution flag. Many name drivers and some rookies were collected by the crashes. Better luck in Phoenix on March 2, at the next race.

I didn't do much yesterday except watch the race in between reading my book. The author, Alex Berenson, did a great job of leaving his readers wanting more of his hero, John Wells. That's what a good story should do. He laid out the clues to the conclusion early on, and waited until the reader got there. More satisfying than some other authors I have read lately. Now I am on to more non-fiction, before I return to fiction.

I still have to finish our puzzle. I truly am busier than I expected to be in retirement. However with the weather as it is, I should have plenty of indoor time. If the snow ever does melt, I'll be stuck indoors as the floods happen.

So not much on tap for the day. Sunset will be at 6:25 p.m. tonight. Ciao