Great Morning

When I lived in Michigan, lo, these many years ago, you could count on occasions when the hot humid air would be displaced by a cool, Canadian air mass. During those brief respites, the humidity drops, daytime highs are in the low 70s, night time lows are in the 50s, and you get the best sleeps you can imagine. That doesn't happen too often in Maryland. In fact, it happens about once a summer. And when it does, you feel like a million bucks.

Today is the day.

This morning I woke up to find sunny skies and lower humidity. Jerry and Millie (my nesting bluebirds who I'm now convinced are not Fred and Ethel) are scurrying around tending the 4 eggs in their nest box, hummingbirds are stopping by my feeders, foxes are trotting through the backyard, and everything - with the exception that George Bush is still president - seems right with the world.

Father's Day is before me, which means I get to cook me up whatever I want (New York strips in all likelihood), I can drink beer with only a minimum of baleful looks and tongue clicks, and the young'uns will at least pretend I'm not a complete idiot. I've even heard rumors that something is "planned" for Sunday.

Happy Friday.
K-

P.S. You'll get a virtual ice cream if you can tell me which immortal TV-Land couple also had a Jerry and Millie as their neighbors. Two scoops if you can tell me their last name. And no Googling!