Tomato blahs

Eh, the tomato season is petering out. All the vines are looking stressed and tired, the stink bugs are everywhere (as are the red spiders). All we get reliably are the little ones, and even they look a bit pooped. One good lesson for next year: Fewer cluster tomatoes, more medium-to-large varieties. I'm sick of the little ones, but still excited over the one or two brandywines or marvel stripes we're still getting, even though they're smaller than the huge 1-pounders we had a month ago. One month seems pretty short for a tomato season, but I'm still new at this. Maybe it's my enthusiasm, waning as it nears August and the high 90s. I don't have the oomph to get out there and start transplants for Fall, or to baby the existing plants with some magical elixir. In this beastly clime, NOW is the winter of our discontent. I get charged up in January and want to work. Right now, I just want to stay in the AC and read and dream...