Good morning or good evening, wherever you may be, across the nation and across the world. It is just past 4:30 p.m. in "The City", where the NWS forecast for a large Lake-Effect snowfall never came to pass, at least not here in GH. We did get about one or maybe one and one-half inches of light snow, but that's all I have to say about that. 

However, the NWS is forecasting a Gale Watch from St. Joseph to Manistee from sometime tomorrow evening to sometime Saturday afternoon. And if you believe that squishy forecast, it also calls for wind speeds of 20 - 30 knots with gusts possible up to 40 knots and waves up to 10 feet in height. Just saying.

The current temperature is a brisk 19° under cloudy skies, but it feels like 8° with a wind out of the north @ nine mph. The overnight low-temperature forecast calls for an actual 10° before we get back to 24° tomorrow under partly cloudy skies. Tomorrow night, the low will only be 22°.

As if that wasn't enough, Saturday's forecast calls for a 70% chance of an additional one inch of snowfall in the morning and a high temperature of 28°. It will be a windy day, so perhaps that Gale Watch is justified.

The sun rose this morning @ 8:16 a.m. and it will set later @ 5:41 p.m.

Our fur-children are circling the wagons, as they know that their dinner hour is approaching. Too bad, so sad, as I am not going to rush dinner for them.

Today was rather mundane here at the manse of the Palatial Estate. We got up early so that STWD could make a visit to the back forty and then back to bed for a bit. We got up around 11:00 a.m., arose so that the fur-children could get their brunch and a full morning outing. That late hour is why I am not giving them dinner until at least 5:00 p.m.

I had hoped to do some painting today, but I had an appointment at the podiatrist and like my mother-in-law, Eleanore used to say, I was just too busy. 

Tomorrow, we have some things to get to, but when you are retired, there is always another day. However, I am doing my best to play music every day so that my skills don't atrophy. My painting can do nothing but improve, but I think I am getting better and trying new things.

Mary is listening to her latest book, cross-stitching, and whatever else comes to mind. 

A side note: Have any of my loyal readers ever considered when or if phrases like "Riding Shotgun", or "That's my kryptonite" will vanish from our vernacular? I'm sure that there are myriad other phrases such as those, but they are the ones that came to mind for me. Just asking for a friend. Is that another one?

Otherwise, that's all folks! Ciao.