Spain and England are out. It's been a hell of a tournament, folks. I'm glad they're on during the dead hours at work.

I thought I was getting some of what you've been having yesterday, as I saw a downpour out my patio door. Turns out the cleaning guys were upstairs and power spraying the patio. They hadn't told me and they possibly ruined a chair I had out on the patio, which is right below. I can't believe the lack of brains that pervades this complex's staff.

Last night would have been exciting if I didn't have to get up this morning. (Thank goodness for the AeroPress I keep at the office.) Apparently at least one tornado touched down in the city, and there are power lines and trees down all over the place. On the bus ride in I noted several lovely old trees in city parks were toppled or had their trunks snapped. We escaped mostly unscathed, though I haven't checked the garden yet.

Everything okay down by you, cheaptoy?

Holy crap, what a beatdown.

Also, Third Monday Movie Day will be on Tuesday. I saw a lot this month and I'm off Tuesday, so there you are.

...four o'clock in the morning? I would have guessed midnight. Well, tomorrow's shot.

Spain gave up two goals in the entire 2010 World Cup and gave up five yesterday. I don't know if they're repeating, guys.

Also, the LA Kings. Congrats, Marion Gaborik.

Also, Kyle Gibson keeps improving. Hooray!

Also, Joe Nathan does not. This gives me no pleasure.

For Matt's much-too-young sister. Tiny consolation, to be sure, Phyllo, but we're always here for you.

Enjoy a (World) Cup with Paul Newman! After today, he bids us adieu, but you can find him in such coffee-related fare as Keurig K-Cups. Drink up!

This four-day stretch working long shifts that pretty well overlap with my daughters' being awake is going to be a real drag. One down, three to go...