Good early morning GH. It is just past 3:30 a.m. in "The City." Our current temperature is a steamy 78° as we head down to our overnight low of 66°. The sun will rise at 6:05 a.m. and set at 9:27 p.m., under a waxing crescent moon. Later today, starting around 5:00 a.m., we may see a T-storm. That comes with the usual caveat of a 40% chance. Sugar the Weather Dog will let us know. Tuesday and the balance of the week will be dry, up to and including the Fourth of July. As always, we shall see.

Speaking of Sugar the Weather Dog, she once again demonstrated her prowess as a forecaster without peer. Saturday afternoon she asked to go out. So I clipped her to her tether and opened the door of the mud room. A mere nanosecond later, she was scratching at the door wanting back in. I thought that her tether had been caught in the door, but she wanted in, now! Then she wanted into the kitchen and sped towards her downstairs hide-e-hole. About that point, Mary came down and collectively we decided to go downtown to see the annual Art Festival. As we started out, a clap of thunder sounded over our heads. It was then that I knew why Sugar wanted to get in so badly a few scant minutes earlier.

Mary and I wondered if we should be going, but it turned out, as often is the case, the T-storm went right around GH. North, South or East, it missed. So Sugar was correct, but her fears were short lived. The downtown was crowded with the seasonal crowd, and we had a difficult time getting dinner. I waited for about one-half an hour for a carry out at one of the places, while Mary waited in vain for her desired meal. She chalked it up to the crowd, I say that it was strike two at this particular place. I'll reserve further judgement, but I don't think this bodes well.

I was on my way home when Mary pulled up behind me in the car and told me to get in. Since she had made it home after her less than requiting experience at her choice, and I wasn't yet home, she was certain that I must have been lost or stolen, or at least folded, stapled, or mutilated. No, the place that I had chosen was busy and inefficient in spite of many people falling all over each other in the back. So, I shared my sandwich and fries and then it was time for bed, at least for me.

So that brings us to Sunday morning. Mary had a plan to make French toast for breakfast. Let's just say that we had Jack's famous banana nut bread instead. I had asked the night before if the bread was good, and it was, the night before. By Sunday morning, it had turned moldy. So, we decided to set out to the local butcher store in East-town. I had fed Sugar the Weather Dog her breakfast and when I asked if she wanted to go out, she hightailed it to her upstairs hide-e-hole. To her, there was a disturbance in the force. We got a good laugh out of that performance and demonstration of Sugar's forecasting ability. However a short 10 minutes later, she came down and was ready to go.

The disturbance had been smoothed over. So we set out, got to East-town and purchased more bones for the "Bone Zone" and some baby Swiss cheese, beef jerky, and bologna. Home to drop off the now tiring Weather Dog and our purchases, and then downtown for a replacement loaf of bread. Then a reverse trip to allow Mary to make her famous Swiss cheese and sauerkraut sandwiches on the newly purchased sourdough bread. All of that before 11:00 a.m.

I found time before our sojourn to East-town to use the water from the dehumidifier to water most of the plants on the palatial estate. Only a slight amount of city water was needed for some of the plantings. If that rain doesn't came in a few hours, I'll have to water some plantings that I skipped over yesterday.

I haven't forgotten the trains. I heard the southbound train earlier, but I didn't get up to see it. However, I could tell that the horn happy engineer was once again at the throttle of the GH express. It is still too early for the northbound train.

In sports, the boys in blue lost twice over the weekend to the Nationals. The scores are irrelevant. The boys move on to battle my beloved Red Sox tonight. The Sox, behind the mighty bat of Big Papi, defeated the Yankees 8 - 5 for their second defeat of the Bronx Bombers in a row. No disturbance in the force in NYC.The Tigers were up and down over the weekend, winning on Saturday over the Astros 4 - 3, and then losing yesterday, 4 - 6. The Caps handily defeated the Hot Rods of Bowling Green, 4 - 1.

Today, I will continue my highlighting duties on a new project. That will follow the morning walk with Sugar the Weather Dog. More playing with the girls and then more reading. Sugar and I spent some time in the "Bone Zone" yesterday afternoon. However, the mission was nearly scrubbed when a firecracker went off nearby. Sugar abandoned her bone and once again wanted to go in. I spent some time brushing her in the mud room, removed another dog from Sugar's coat, and by then she had forgotten why she wanted to come in. From then on, the mission to the "Bone Zone" went off without further need for a delay in the countdown.

So far, Mary's current project is not an exciting read. I hope it gets better. Ciao