Good morning or good evening, wherever you may be, across the nation and across the world. It is just after 4:30 a.m.

We have a current temperature of 72º under cloudy skies. With wind-speeds of 3 mph, it feels like 72º. Considering that the forecast that called for T-storms this morning is quickly falling apart, it looks as though I'll be watering again today., that is unless those T-storms that are in the forecast come to pass.

With the exception of today, high-temperatures for the next few days are forecast to be in the mid-80º range.  We anticipate an overnight low of 65º tonight.

The current barometric pressure is 29.90" and falling according to the NWS, while a separate reading of 29.45" on my DTWS shows rising, indicating that we may not or may see those T-storms. I'll have to rely on my WW and STWD for a more accurate and immediate forecast. As of now, the radar shows that the precipitation is likely to go south of our fair city. Sigh.

When I sat down at my desk, one of my virus cleaning software packages wanted to install yet another update. I have often thought that either the people in their basement eating cheese-curls have nothing better to do than write additional malware or the people who make money supplying anti-virus software are in on the deal. Just one man's opinion.

We traveled to the library yesterday to return some books and pick up others. While we were out, we made a quick circuit of GH and the waterfront. Oddly, the beaches were not very busy for a Tuesday afternoon during the season. However, I took some pix of the mean streets and also in our own vast gardens when we returned.

Dewey Hill, with all the Admiral's flags flying.

The mouth of the Grand River leading into the "Big Lake."

Another parkway garden in GH.

Our temporarily perky hydrangea bush and the Green Man in the foreground are slowly becoming one.

We are still about 45 days from our tomato harvest.

But I anticipate our first cucumbers later this week.

With numerous blossoms, we should see lots of cucumbers this year. But, it doesn't look good for the sweet peppers.

I finished my latest novel last night and so I am ready to start anew. However, I may wait a couple of days because I am so busy.

I was ruminating about all of the things I miss from the days of yore, like playing golf. I have not played in many years, and my yak won't let me play anymore. Still, I miss the game nonetheless.

I also miss being able to go to one of the local watering holes and watch baseball on one of the TVs there and also to be able to talk the game with whomsoever will listen and respond. Alas, while I am thankful for the 2020 season that begins tomorrow, it won't be the same with the shortened season, rules and rosters made especially for this year, and the more localized nature of the competition. However, it is baseball, so I am "Game."

Today, we have no plans other than watering and perhaps a trip to the cemetery to give the fur-children some exercise.

We're hoping to get started on the valances for my studio tomorrow. That requires devoting serious time to that activity. Like Cecil B. DeMille, my valances have been an epic in the making. Rome was not built in a day, so there is no hurry here at the manse. Ciao.