Ok, I've sufficiently recovered from both the flu and the thrill of football victory to reappear. Lots of fascinating things are going on. We've started an herb garden, and the seedlings are giving new meaning to my life. That meaning is showing itself in the form of my getting up every twenty minutes to see if they have grown. Whoever it was that used "watching grass grow" as the uber-form of something boring didn't know what the heck he was talking about.

Letters from Barcelona Line of the Day: I was speaking to the building administrator at a local church, conducting an interview for a story on wedding customs. She told me that her church wouldn't be a very interesting place to feature, because their traditions were the same as everybody else's. "You know who you should talk to," she said, "The Jews. I heard they break things at their ceremonies. They're, like, breaking things all over the place."

What could I do? I talked to the Jews. Turns out she's right.