No Decision

Good news in Witch City land (which is actually Somerville, as you know) - I just secured a 2-bedroom apartment 3 doors down for September 1. I can finally get out of my cramped (albeit cozy) studio and into something more ... human. My cat will be psyched, I can assure you. Also, the landlord is totally down with pets and was fine with me getting another cat (I've been wanting to do this for a while). Furthermore, my friend will be living 1 floor below with her dog and cat, so we can have regular pet-togethers (yeah, that's pretty corny and bad). To summarize - good news, got bigger place, cats happy.

Sweet game last night. Schilling's pitch count was pretty high. The highest Red Sox pitch count since '01 (Pedro = 136). I hope it doesn't affect him in the shoulder-cuff-ankle-whathaveyou. Incidentally, I'd love to apply the phrase "no decision" to something in my everyday life.