I stayed in last night and watched the world series game at home by myself. Heather doesn't like being left alone after she goes to bed (who can blame her!) and so I sat there by myself and rather enjoyed it. Those of you who know me know that I can't stand to be alone, so this was a pretty big deal for me. To be content with myself. I went to bed early, as soon as Letterman started. And trodged up to bed slowly, lying down with as little grace as possible, ensuring that Heather would know I was there. As I lay down my head I wondered if Morgan Fogerty and Brotha Fred are secretly in love with each other. Although I am sure that many other before me have pondered this same mystery, I resolved this fact quite unknowable and fell asleep peacefully.