Good morning, good evening, wherever you may be in "The City" and its environs. It is just past 3:00 a.m., and the current temperature is a very un-July like 57°. That's just one degree above where we will end the night. Today we are expected to rebound to a more robust 66° after the sun rises at 6:18 a.m. It will likely take a while and we may see the sun set at 9:21 before that happens. But, I will have to water the gardens one the palatial estate, since there is no rain in the forecast for several days hence. According to the NWS, this is usually the warmest part of the year her in Michigan.

Since it was the Major League™ All Star break, no scores to report, not even the Caps.

No train report, yet, because I didn't see nor hear a southbound train. As it turned out, at nearly 4:00 a.m., I was still at the keyboard when the northbound train rumbled by. The usual twin EMD GP 38 locomotives towing a mix of 14 covered hopper cars, one white tank car, and 17 of those dreaded black tank cars. All of the cars were squealing like a Chicago "L" train. I think that the horn happy engineer was taking the night off. His musically inclined compatriot was at the throttle.

In a report about our lives here in GH and the immediate area, I offer the following. We walked to the library to return and pick up some books. Then I was off to P/T which went well, and that's all I have to say about that. While I was away, Mary and Sugar took the morning walk. Except for an almost encounter with that aggressive Great Dane, all reportedly went well. Finally Mary chatted as I wandered around. Lastly we made our way across the bridge to the fabric store, the grocery store, the thrift store, and then to our favorite watering hole across the bridge. Finally home, a quick supper, and I watched TV for all of 20 minutes before I fell into bed and what was for me, a deep sleep.

Today I will be watering the gardens, reading one of the many books I now have stacked up, and then maybe some playing with the girls. We do need to go to the farmer's market for a few things, and then to the farm and garden store with Sugar the Weather Dog for some biscuits, as she is running low.

Speaking of those biscuits, I have to repair the bin where the main supply is kept because the top hinge came loose. Once again, a chance to use some tools in anger and actually accomplish something. Of course Sugar will be upset that her food bin is in the man-cave. She likes things to be where she expects them to be.

Mary has books to read and some sewing to do during her rare downtime. It seems as though she has been busy a lot lately. That's profitable, but it can try your soul. I still have a N. Y. Times magazine section to read too. I was going to dust today, but Mary assures me that it can wait, so it will. I do have to fold the laundry that we started yesterday. Maybe while I'm doing the repairs to the biscuit bin and/or folding the laundry, Mary can terrorize Sugar with the vacuum. Or not, although it needs doing.

That looks like enough for one day or even two. Ciao.