Well, yeah. Like how about some Rovian intrigue — such as why Kapitan Karl has been "absent" lately from any events starring the boy-heir, Prince Incurious George. Could we be looking at a frog march? Ooh, delicious.
But, nah. Let's talk tomatoes.
This is the time of year when the few remaining ripe tomatoes left on the vines are hanging from those weird, stiff green twigs where the other 'maters have already been picked; odd-looking sticks that remind me of fish skeletons. (There are still some little greenies out there, which I think will ripen, and I am getting some lovely new yellow blossoms now, but I don't know if there's enough good weather left this year for them to set fruit — especially anything that will turn red).
Hey — at least I didn't talk about the gooey green soup I made yesterday. Not entirely successful. But I might talk about it tomorrow.