What’s the opposite of a Deep Thought? That’s what this is.

I turned off the furnace tonight. Then I looked at the weather forecast.

Isn't Spring supposed to be a distinct, separate season? Not just Mother Nature hopscotching between Winter and Summer?

I'm laughing bitterly -- and a bit maniacally, if truth be told -- at those "plant after final frost" instructions. Final frost may not be until July at this rate.