Good morning or good evening, wherever you may be. It is just past 3:00 a.m. in"The City."

We are having a tropical heatwave here in West Michigan this morning. I was just downstairs with the fur-children to let them out, STWD wouldn't go, but Ginger did, and the current temperature is a balmy 37° under partly cloudy skies. In fact, that temperature will be the high later today. Once the sun rises @ 7:42 a.m. and well before it sets @ 6:16 p.m., the day will start out with foggy conditions and then switch to more cloud cover. We'll see temperatures bouncing all around the mid-thirties for the foreseeable future.

John came by yesterday to install that smoke/CO detector that I decided was just too much for me to handle. I may not be quick on the uptakes and my learning curve may be steep, but I can be educated and learn to recognize my limitations, as Clint Eastwood intoned in his iconic role as Dirty Harry, . Here he is in a YouTube sourced video saying those famous words. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_VrFV5r8cs0

But I digress. We made it to another famous movie yesterday afternoon while Ginger was at daycare. STWD had already demonstrated her limitations and so she stayed home. With a humongous popcorn and a ginormous cherry-cola within my reach, we spent nearly two hours watching Humphrey Bogart, Ingrid Bergman, Paul Henreid, and Claude Rains and a host of other actors in Casablanca. That being noted, here is one of the most iconic portions from that movie, also courtesy of YouTube. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rEWaqUVac3M 

Otherwise, the day was uneventful. I can't wait, well as much as anyone can't wait, for my surgical intervention next week. While I am not eager to have one more surgery, I am eager to have the pains in my yak be relieved. So, I'll be blissfully under sedation being repaired while Mary reads and knits and waits for me. I hope that this time I won't awaken in a totally disoriented fashion as I did following my brain surgery several years ago.

Today, we have nowhere to go and all day to get there. I have reading to do and Mary can find many things that need to be done in the way of crafts, including trying to repair the damage to my Afghan. She has to decide the best way to weave in the loose ends that I or Ginger created many months ago. I'll be needing that Afghan for a few days next week as I sleep in the La-Z-Boy until I am comfortable lying down in bed. Ciao.