Good morning, good evening, wherever you may be in "The City." At just after 4:00 a.m., and the current temperature is 68°. The much anticipated precipitation has yet to arrive. The sun will be rising at 6:47 a.m. this morning. We have a prediction of 60% for T-storms starting about now, but so far, nothing. Our high temperature is expected to be 73° today and Tuesday, the temperature is not expected to be any higher than 66° with a 40% chance of T-storms. Right now, Sugar the Weather Dog is asleep on her couch and the view out the Weather Window of the Weather Roof, is clear skies and dry, in that order. That's the weather here in West Michigan in mid-August.

A late edition of this blog. Sugar the Weather Dog has just arrived, the Weather Roof is now wet, and I can actually see that the streets are wet with rain. Hallelujah! Sugar was a bit late in arriving, and she isn't hiding. So, that means that getting her out for her walk last evening was a good thing, in spite of her misgivings.

I expected that the trains would be coming, but I guess I won't be requited this early morning. An update at 4:45 a.m. I must have missed the southbound run. The northbound train with the usual contingent of twin EMD GP 38 locomotives passed by a few minutes ago. 42 covered hopper cars with varying livery and states of decay went by, with a single box car and two of those dreaded black tank cars sandwiched in between.

In sports, the boys in blue are being their usual inconsistent selves, defeating the Rays in 12 innings, 3 - 2. My beloved Red Sox are also showing that same sort of maddening inconsistency, as they beat a vastly superior Angels team, 3 - 1. Speaking of inconsistent, the Tigers took 19 innings to lose to the Blue Jays 5 - 6. That's more than two full games in length, and with their struggling bullpen, the Tigers could ill afford to go that long, only to lose. Their lead in the American League Central Division has once again dwindled to one-half game over the Royals.

With the boys, I don't expect much, and I am rarely disappointed. Maybe the "young" fans of the millennial generation are, but as a long-suffering fan of over 60 years, like John, I have long since passed the stage where my low expectations are disappointed. If the boys actually do win "next year", I'll get excited, but right now, things are as I expect. My beloved Red Sox delivered regular disappointment for a long time too, and after last year's incredible finish, I am only somewhat disappointed. For the Red Sox, there really  is a next year. Maybe that's why my newly adopted Tigers are being such a disappointment. They have had a few good teams over the years. I almost forgot the Caps. They defeated the Lug Nuts 3 - 2 in regular innings.

I watered yesterday, in anticipation of the T-storms. Yes, my tongue is firmly planted in my cheek. I finished the crossword and then did some highlighting. I stopped one project and started another that is more pressing. I am finding this one interesting too.

I also talked to Adam. He called to tell me that his Cabriolet, Carl, is coming together once again after a needed replacement of the ignition switch. He vows that if any further repairs are needed, he'll push Carl into the lake. I doubt that, since in the same breath, he was making plans for winter storage of Carl. However, since like me he too has a baking yak, I can understand the sentiment. We commiserated over our respective aches and pains, and then he was off to get a beer and a pizza. I had a bologna sandwich since I was hard at work through dinnertime.

Speaking of aches and pains, I have that appointment at the yak doctor this morning at 8:40. I hope that he has some ideas for me. Since I only see him once every four to five weeks, I need some relief soon. I am still not willing to go for any surgical remedies, so I'll continue with the P/T and hope that there is a new, low side-effects drug the doctor can prescribe. Adam told me about a drug combination that was prescribed for his yak, but it is loaded with side-effects. It did produce near miraculous results, but I don't think I want to try something that can be loaded with those side-effects. Or, I could just sit in my office chair or a car seat with good lumbar support and grin and bear it. Sigh.

In other news, still no T-storms, not even a flash of lightning on the horizon as I gaze out the Weather Window. Sugar has yet to stir on her way to the hide-e-hole, and the Weather Roof is still dry. More highlighting today followed by more editing, and perhaps a possible call from the insurance company regarding our recent damage. Since I have been disappointed by things of late, that will probably occur while I am at the yak doctor's office.

Otherwise, that's enough today before the sun sets at 8:52 p.m. Ciao.