Good morning GH.  I awoke last night to the sound of thunder. How far off I sat and wondered. My thanks to Bob Seger for the chance to use those lyrics from his song Night Moves. I didn't start humming a song from 1962 though. Instead, I looked down to find that STWD was not beside the bed. That's because once she heard that thunder, she was in her hide-e-hole. When I awoke again around 6:00 a.m., she was back. Apparently she had decided that the disturbance in the force was over. That's when I decided it was time to blog

I slept well until that thunder, and that was just fine with me. Sometime earlier last night, just after I retired, I had turned on Coast to Coast AM™ to listen to George Noory and his tales of Martians, Bigfoot/Sasquatch, and whatever other oddities he was discussing. I didn't really hear any of those, but the thought was good, because Mary likes to listen. Somehow I doubt that she heard any of those either.

No trainspotting last night. I was too busy sleeping. Kind of like the boys in blue on Sunday night. They continued hibernation last night, because, "The weather was supposed to be threatening. below freezing, etc." I think the only threat was to their credibility, if you know what I mean. They and the Tigers play again this afternoon. My beloved Red Sox coming off of their drubbing of the Phillies play again later tonight.

Since we ended up visiting the big-box mostly everything store yesterday afternoon, I have nothing on the agenda that needs to be done today. More reading, the playtime with the girls that I had planned for yesterday, and perhaps some plantings in the gardens of the palatial estate. That last item is weather dependent. 

Today, the forecast calls for a possibility of sporadic showers, and the view out TWW is through rain drops, However, that same forecast shows that the showers should be going away later this morning and staying away until 9:00 p.m. So, that means that I can read while Mary does the plantings. STWD and I should be able to get in our usual morning walk too. 

Once the sun rises at 7:15 a.m. I'll wait a few hours and set out. Sugar will hope to see the nice lady that gives her biscuits along our route, and I"ll get the local newspaper. In one sense, both are related, because the nice lady is a delivery person for the newspaper. In Sugar's case, the nice lady delivers biscuits. 

Later, the sun will set at 8:18 p.m., and so will I. Ciao.