Good morning or good evening, wherever you may be. We've just passed 3:30 a.m. in "This City." It is very quiet on the streets here at 3:30 a.m. It should be, when you couple the off-season with the early morning hours.

Today, we are still on track to have precipitation in the late afternoon, effectively peaking around 6:00 p.m. with that same 60% chance. However the high temperature has been forecast to be slightly less than anticipated and will be a mere 60°. Much the same for tomorrow, but the temperature is expected to be 69° under partly cloudy skies without any precipitation.

Saturday, we had planned a trip to the big city of Pensacola, but there are predictions for T-storms along with that warm temperature. If that forecast comes to fruition, STWD cannot be left alone, because I am somewhat certain, how's that for a possible maybe, that her recent less than stellar demeanor is due to the stress of the long drive and the work in which Mary and I have been involved. I expect my DVM degree to arrive any day now.

Be that as it may, today we plan to take the morning walk with the intrepid one and then head across the bridge once again to do some grocery shopping. After that, we'll settle in for some batch cooking and then get on once again with the business of retirement.

We finished that index late yesterday. It was chock full of the bane of an indexer's existence, those dreaded end notes. According to Mary, some authors like to write their books in the end notes, which makes it harder to index, and harder to read, in my opinion.

I started reading another novel yesterday, and that will be a large part of my life after assisting Mary in the kitchen. Other than that, I have no ambitions.

This seems like a perfect chance to vent on life in retirement. As I've often said, my mother-in-law, Eleanor, used to say that she was very busy. As I've also said, now I know what she was busy doing. Retirement can be hard work. Entering index items, editing the final output, and related activities takes up a lot of time.

In addition here on the beach, STWD picks up these little burrs in her pads when we walk, and that requires stops every so often to rescue her. When we went out yesterday morning, she found five or six of those, and in fact, at one point, she managed to pick up three at one time. I'm not sure how much the irritation from those didn't contribute to her ill feelings, but I have my suspicions. As previously noted, my DVM degree is expected to arrive any day now.

Not much of a vent really, but at this hour, that's about all I can muster.

The sun will rise over the beach at 6:45 a.m. and set under rainy skies at 5:03 p.m. Ciao.