'S cold tonight! Well, not that cold, but colder than the power of this little sweatshirt jacket the H-bomb got me on sale at the competitor of Varney's down the street. I forget the name. Where my brother's boy scout stuff was from. You know, in Aggieville. Yeah, that's the place.
Just my luck: I'm catsitting where there's cable, and there's nothing good on. If I were following baseball, maybe I could get into watching the (likely end, the way the White Sox are representin' the blue states, of the) Series tonight, since a good picture is good for baseball, like tennis. Where seeing the ball itself is much better than just seeing everyone's reactions to it.
Gotta go hunt for another maybe-not-there tool in the basement now.