Yummy pizza focaccia with thin slives of tomato and cheese and oregano was the bread of the morning, and I just finished eating a big hunk of it. Lately I've been going to bed at some remarkably consistent time between 12:30 and 1:30, and thus more often missing the hot-from-the oven stuff than not. 'Tis sad to be missing the late-night scene but I'm ever so much more productive this way.

Regionals in Vancouver this Saturday marks the end of our official Ultimate season. As much co-captaining with Kara and then with Beth has been a great ride, I'll be glad for a respite from being so darn responsible for everything from rain practice locations to TSF letters to waiver forms to tourney logistics. Whew.

Molly's parents brought their brand-new 7-week-old yellow lab puppy, Ellie, over a couple of weeks ago and she just flopped around our lawn, being the bundle of fur and cuteness that she is. Spurred by a pet craving, we just got a fish. Okay, there's a small evolutionary gap between a goldfish and a puppy, but at least his (we flipped a quarter last night to determine gender) name is Puppy. Yeah, a fish called Puppy.