Came down this morning to discover it was fifty-freakin'-nine degrees in the house. We left the window on the porch open and it got down into the forties last night.

A gorgeous day for the park and very few people on the trails, a good beginning to a week in which I plan to up my exercise and get back into a weight-loss mode.

The weather yesterday was also beautiful and we spent another six hours at the fair, in part, because of it. We came home to listen to the no-hitter pitched by 23-year-old Clay Buchholz who I hope is gonna breathe some new life into the Red Sox down the stretch. I am so looking forward to an Indians-Red Sox pennant series in which I will root like crazy for the Indians. Although if the Indians should win the World Series in the same calendar year that I lose 35 pounds, the world may very well come to a screeching halt.