Good morning, or good evening, wherever you may be in "The City." it is just past 1:30 a.m. and our current temperature is 69° before we bottom out just before sunrise at 6:42 a.m. The forecast from the National Weather Service is still for T-storms on Monday and Tuesday, with temperatures somewhere around 77° or 69° depending on the sources. When it comes to accurate T-storm forecasts, I'll still take the prediction of Sugar the Weather Dog or my view out the Weather Window, or a perusal of the Weather Roof as the final arbiter of things to come.

In news around the palatial estate, Mary and I arose Saturday morning to find that one-half of the railing on our front steps had been demolished. Not slightly damaged, but demolished. I have a call in to the homeowner's insurance company to get them to assess the coverage for repairs. Neither myself nor Mary, nor our neighbors have a clue as to what happened. Everyone is fine, and there were no tire tracks or other evidence, so we haven't any ideas. One more headache to deal with. Sigh.

In other news around the estate, I have to water again today. I know, I know, there is a forecast for rain on Monday and Tuesday, but if I didn't water every time rain was in the forecast, we'd have no vegetables. Conversely, if I'd waited for an accurate prediction about snowfall last winter, the estate would have been buried. It nearly was. As Mary likes to remind me, we live on the the shores of the "Big Lake", and so that old saw about "Lake Effect" snow, temperatures, and other weather phenomena comes into play.

In sports, the boys in blue still struggle. As our friend John, a die hard Cubs fan, likes to remind me, next year is nearly here. Like the weather, seeing is believing. My beloved Red Sox are tied with the Angels in the top of the 14th at three all as I write this. I got tired about 1:40 a.m., and so you'll have to await tomorrow's sports report. . The Tigers are still up and down. Although they managed to eke out a win on Friday in a gem marred by serious gaffes, yesterday they fell to the Blue Jays, in spite of a masterful pitching effort by Max Scherzer. He was relieved by the manager in the eighth, and the bullpen proceeded to lose the game for him. Max didn't take the loss, but he didn't get a chance to finish what he had started and get the win. The Caps edged the Lug Nuts, 3 - 2.

Naturally, no trains early on a Sunday morning.

Today, walking with Sugar, watering, and doing the crossword from Saturday's newspaper. With luck, I can experience that relaxation that I had planned for Saturday. I was sitting at my desk on Saturday afternoon when Mary asked if I'd like to see that exhibit on Gerald R. Ford's ascendancy to the presidency in 1974. I said yes, and we set off for GR. However, we never made it that far. We decided that a stop for lunch along the way would be a better use of our time. Then we returned to GH and a visit to the Post to see Sally. Finally home to the estate and bed time.

I think that about sums up our day. More work for Mary today, more highlighting for me, possibly on an alternate project, and that is about it. The sun will set at 8:55 p.m. and perhaps those much ballyhooed T-storms will start after midnight. Only time will tell. Ciao.