The threat of an earthquake hitting southern California is not really something that can keep you worrying all night. For all intents and purposes an earthquake is unpredictable. There is little to no humidity, and I haven’t seen a cockroach in four years now. I honestly must admit, though, that I miss this sort of thing. My uncle, aunt, and their kids took a forced vacation to Mississippi. I’m keeping my fingers crossed hoping that my mom and grandmother are going to be okay. Could Frances make it all the way to Gainesville? That’s what they’re predicting, but I doubt it. Kickoff is Saturday, for Zook’s sake.