Supposed to hit 100 tomorrow, MOM. We'd better make sure your porch fan is running. And that the beer cooler has lots of ice in it.

Tomatoes are slowly beginning to look like they might ripen. The onions have been picked. I didn't grow anything like Brussels sprouts to throw at people this year, so if MOM has too many people panhandling for beer, we'll just have to leave a pile of pebbles on the side table so she can chase them off.