Maggie's Farm

Being the weather buff that I am, late last night I noticed on the NOAA website that there were 7.57 inches of rain in NYC. It was their second rainiest day since 1869, only beat out by a hurricane in New York in 1882. 

Actually, it looks like this lackluster nor'easter was the only non-hurricane event ever to bring more than 5 inches of rain in the City. 

As I contemplated the meaning of these data and the probable relationship of a cold, rainy day to the terrifying - indeed chilling - crisis of global warming, the friendly succubus on the right appeared in my doorway, removed her black leather vest and skirt, and crept towards me as I lay on my bed with my laptop.

I took this quick photo of her with my cell phone, then immediately dialed Al Gore's house to ask him what to do. I must confess that this sort of thing doesn't happen to me every day, but I figured that Clothes Off must be a certain sign of a dangerous acceleration of globalistical warmening requiring urgent and decisive action. Anyway, Al couldn't come to the phone: the butler said he was in the hot tub with a rubber ducky.

Well, it definitely was already feeling warmer in my room, globally speaking of course, but my thermometer rose rapidly when she began to lick my toes, so, anyway...