Well, there was quite a lot of that wonderful golden sunshine pouring down earlier this morning on those of us who can afford to live out here in the Sweet Spot. That's slowly changing now though as clouds have begun to roll in presaging showers forecast for later in the day. And temps that were once well shy of the 80-degree mark are now starting to approach that level. The humidity is also on the rise, but there's been a decent breeze fluttering the leaves on the trees from time to time, so while not quite perfect, it's still been a rather pleasant time out there, especially for those who happen to have a cup of freshly-brewed single-estate Kona in hand.
Our local doe and her two fawns were lingering just off the carport early on, and rather than startle them, I chose to postpone the trip out to retrieve the newspaper. No suckling that I was able to observe this morning, but she did lick their little heads as the three of them huddled together for a bit in the aucuba grove. While Mom has not always been seen with them, the two fawns have been spotted (pun intended) all week long pronking across the grounds in their youthful exuberance. They are getting rather large now, and their antics suggest they could strike out on their own, but they won't. It's not time yet.
Again a day without baseball yesterday, so not much to report on that front. The Nats did activate Kyle Barraclough from the DL and then optioned him to Harrisburg, so once he gets limbered up on some game action there, he'll be ready to rejoin the big league bullpen. Looks like Stephen Strasburg will start off the proverbial second half for the Nats tomorrow night, going up against former Nats farmhand Nick Pivetta for the Phils. Pivetta is the guy we gave up at the 2015 deadline to get Jonathan "The DC Strangler" Papelbon for a stretch drive that just didn't pan out.
Much better news is meanwhile available now from The Principals, as they have indeed secured a table for four at the mock-service pre-opening of Randy's Prime Seafood and Steaks over by Tysons. Clowns off the street are not invited to these sorts of affairs, as the house will want to have experienced and knowledgeable clientele in the seats, not salad-baffled losers from some forlorn dining desert.
And speaking of dining deserts, the Falls Church Fail Army simply collapsed yesterday into the abyss of childish envy and butthurt that they have long teetered on the brink of. Not an unexpected event by any means, but still entirely deplorable.
The revival of long disgraced sock-puppets and an introduction of new ones hardly helped matters any. The lowest-of-the-low-grade aspects of the Sorry Ass City were simply put on even broader display than usual. Just a disgraceful performance all the way around, but one that is likely to be continued here quite shortly. These fall-down knee-jerk pea-brains simply have no control over themselves at all.