Good morning, good evening, wherever you may be in "The City." At just past 1:30 a.m., the view out the Weather Window is darkness punctuated by flashes of lightning. We had some rain earlier to go with the lightning. We have isolated T-storms in the forecast and Sugar the Weather Dog, as always the harbinger of all things T-stormy, is in her hide-e-hole. We have a current temperature of 73° as we head down to an overnight low of 63°. The forecast for tomorrow is similar with regard to temperatures and precipitation. Once again a long way of saying that I don't have to water the gardens on the palatial estate.

Speaking of Sugar the Weather Dog, I was feeling achy last evening, and since Mary had been slaving for that oppressive boss of ours all day, she wanted to get out for some air. I bade her adieu and went off to bed. Prior to departing, Mary wanted  let Sugar out, but Sugar wouldn't leave her hide-e-hole. Mary gave that action a "Whatever" and went out the door That's according to Mary's version of things. I heard the door open and close and Mary reappeared quickly to state the obvious, our intrepid Weather Dog had been right, it was starting to rain. I got up a few moments ago to read emails from Mary that said, A.) The storms had gone north and south of us. 2.) No, the rains had come after all. Sugar is rarely wrong. The Weather Roof is never wrong.

This morning after the sun rises at 6:12 a.m., I have to be at the doctor for my baking yak. Mary had to beg time off from our ogre of a boss, because I asked her to go with me. I like to have two sets of ears to hear diagnoses and recommendations. I do know this, unless a strong case can be made for anything other than physical therapy, I am not inclined to go there. My baking yak comes and goes. Sometimes it is very annoying and sometimes it isn't painful at all. Right now, on a scale of one to 10, it is about a one. That's why I think that therapy can be the answer, not drugs or other more aggressive interventions.

In sports yesterday, the boys in blue once again failed to score more than one run and fell to the Nationals, 1 - 2. Like my beloved Red Sox, they are now 10 games under .500. Speaking of my beloved Red Sox, they fell to the Orioles 6 - 7 in 12 innings, to fall to that same 10 games under .500. The Tigers succumbed 3 - 7. to the Rays, but they are 11 games over .500. The Caps had the day off.

Today I am going to do a little vacuuming and laundry once we get back from the doctor. Once Mary finishes the index we have been working on, I'll switch to my editor's hat and assist in the final efforts. I do appreciate that Mary will fall slightly behind her hourly quota by going to the doctor with me.

So far no trains, so nothing to report there.

The sun will set at 9:26 p.m. Like this morning, the moon will be a waxing gibbous moon. Ciao.