I Want My Damned Glowball Worming!

So Kathy and I were watching the news last night, and the big story is about the "heat wave" that (apparently) some people are enjoying. It's all part of this "glowball worming" we keep hearing about, I guess.

It was 56 freakin' degrees when I left the house this morning. Kathy and I are seriously discussing if we ought to turn the heater on; we don't really want to because it seems ridiculous to have the heater running in August, but on the other hand it's cold. Al Gore promised me some global warming, and damn it if a little wouldn't be welcome right about now. Seriously ... how are my tomatoes supposed to ripen if it doesn't get above 70?