Updates

A lot going on since I last rapped at ya, but not much of a blogworthy nature. The Babe Ruth team is 1-9 and puts in about as much effort as the Phillies in last fall's Abreu trade. We're hitting .300 as a team, but making about an error an inning.

In kickball news, we took a hard loss last night in a game we could have won with the right personnel. The loss dropped us to 3-2-1, still good for fourrth place out of twelve. I haven't had an extra-base kick since sustaining a concussion sliding into home three weeks ago, but the team has picked up my slack, offensively.

In apartment search news, it's looking more and more like we'll be on Ashmont Street for another two months, since our place hasn't been rented and our window is closing on the place we really want. At least we don't have to move in two weeks.

In fish news, we welcomed Simon and Manuela to the family earlier this week, just in time to find Cady decaying on the aquarium floor. Manuela was dead by the next morning, but Simon was still kicking when I left for work this morning.

That's all I've got.