Good morning, good evening, wherever you may be in "The City" or anywhere else in the world. It is just past 1:30 a.m., and our current temperature is 64° as we head down to our overnight low of 56° before we "rebound" to our high today of 61°. As evening approaches, there is a 30% chance of showers. Good for the gardens of the palatial estate, but not good for the musicians and spectators in Central Park. We should see a return to near normal temperatures outside the Weather Window by the time that Thursday comes into focus. I like the cooler temperatures, but that is a personal preference.

We took a nice walk with Sugar the Weather Dog yesterday. Today I have an appointment with the physical therapist at 11:30 a.m. That means that Mary may be walking with the intrepid weather dog by herself. Much depends on what time we get up later this morning. Sugar can wait for a long time, but not forever. I am thinking about riding my bike to the appointment. That too is dependent on the weather and the state of my baking yak at game time. My exercises work sometimes, but others, not so much. Muscle relaxants help too, but not always. That sounds like a line from a long ago kid's book.

In sports, the All-Star Break for Major League™ baseball is upon us. That means that the only score to report is the victory of the Caps over the Dayton Dragons, 7 - 5.

I heard the train heading southbound about 11:45 p.m. last night. It was that horn happy engineer at the throttle again, judging by the length of the blasts emanating from his horn. The train seemed to be a long one as the vibrations lasted a long time. I never got up to see, and my trainspotting staff was engaged elsewhere. Fortunately or unfortunately, I was awake to hear and see the northbound train. Twin locomotives towing seven covered hopper cars and of course, the horn happy engineer at the throttle.

I did make sure to turn on Mary's favorite radio station before I left the bedroom so she could listen to Coast to Coast A.M. with George Noory. George is scheduled to talk about asteroid avoidance with one of his guests. Later in the show, the discussion will turn to intuition, metaphysics, and psychokinesis. As I was leaving, the station was playing Ground Zero, with Clyde Lewis. They were discussing the aliens on the Moon that told astronaut Buzz Aldrin not to come back. Whoa!

Mary is resting in her chair in the media room right now. We watched The Day After Tomorrow earlier in the evening last night. I usually leave the room, but this time I stayed, and I can begin to understand her interest in this movie. If it was up to me, I'd spend my time watching old westerns and detective movies. That's probably my way of escaping the inevitable.

We traveled to the Holland area to pick up some things at the big-box hardware and everything stores there. Mary also tried to get some new jeans, but the racks had no sizing tags, so it would have been a long drawn out process to find what she desired. I think she'll try again later today when she travels to Spring Lake. I was a pain in the rear while she was driving yesterday on our trip. Much of it probably stems from the pain in my baking yak, but that's an excuse, not a reason. I have to be sure to say I'm sorry in the morning.

Today, as I noted earlier, I have that P/T appointment and a possible stop at the barber shop. My beard is looking shaggy, so unless I want to fix it myself, I'll let the barber take a shot. He has a different perspective than I do in the mirror.

Depending on Mary's plans, I may eat lunch at the hospital cafeteria salad bar. If Mary goes off to Spring Lake as she planned, then I will. She is always welcome to join me, but that is dependent on Sugar's schedule and other sundry things. I didn't get to that laundry yesterday and it looks as though it will wait until tomorrow.

Not much else to report. The train won't be returning until sometime after 3:00 a.m. The sun will rise at 6:16 a.m. and set at 9:21 p.m. If the GH Arts Council gets lucky, the concert in the park will come off as scheduled this evening. There are no make up concerts. Then it will be time for a bit of TV viewing and then off to bed to await another day. Ciao.