My next research project is to find the names of common house plants. My favorite ones so far happen to be for two plants I actually own: monstera delicioso, and the spider plant.

Today I didn’t do much except write. The sun won’t come out here. I looked over my shoulder every once in awhile to see if the gray had cleared, and it never wavered once.

I watched the end of the Giants game, as they beat the hapless Cubs in Chicago. I gotta say, I do still love Chicago. I think my little crush on Seattle has really waned. Every time I visit, I love it again, but then after a few weeks, I can see all the cons clearly again. I just want to figure out what we are going to do.

In the afternoon, we went out to coffee, though for me that meant tea. I got text messages from Whitney at the Spoon show up in Seattle, taunting me. Pfft. Later found out via josh’s flickr that David Cross, one of my favorite people, dropped his pants on stage during their set. This pleased me immensely.

Anyway, we walked home after a short trip to the inexpensive produce market. At our front door was a tiny, dying sparrow. I hoped that it was just disoriented, and put it into a shoebox to perhaps regain its bearings in the warmth and safety of our bathroom. But in a few minutes, it had died. Poor little bird. The cats were extremely curious, but we never let them see it. I put its body outside under a lemon tree.