Umm, yes.

Sometimes your friends know you so well, it's scary. I got this email today:

I just saw on your Friendster site your blog address. You have a blog. You are so cool :) I will now be reading it occasionaly, as I have several blogs I peruse and I'm sure yours will be among the best. (X)'s is full of rambles about love and bad poetry but yours has letters about mice and transcripts of messages from Daniel. I'm hooked. Do we have a little too much free time now that we've quit our job?;) K

On a related note: watching G's enthusiastic swearing during the 8th inning last night -- reminiscent of Dr Fish Poop's reaction to Manchester United games, but with less furniture-throwing -- has made me a Red Sox fan. A johnny-come-later, ill-informed Red Sox fan, but a fan nevertheless. (Related since the writer of the above message is from outside Boston, and not only a Red Sox fan, but also once witnessed the aforementioned Dr Fish Poop's fever pitch madness. May we all be so .. err.. lucky?)

And I never even thought I liked baseball. Well, I don't really like baseball -- doesn't have the flow and build of the beautiful game, plus baseball uniforms do not make anyone's butt look good (I'm just saying) -- but I did go to that game in Santo Domingo once. Tigres de Licey vs. Leones del Escogido. That was pretty hott: like the Mets playing the Yankees, Everton playing Liverpool, or Man City v Man U, inter-city games (or "derbies" if we want to be anglo) are always a good time.

For the record: the job doesn't end till Friday, so get those file-folder color preferences in to me fast.