Was I the only one just amazed at the endless string of good plays by the Sox yesterday?

Beth: For some reason, I feel that postseason mojo coming back:

I feel that dodging-the-raindrops grace again.

Take Kevin Millar. The guy's hometown is being kicked around by a hurricane right now, and he seems to be pouring every fiber of his being and all his worries into the game. He was on his face tonight more often than not around the first base bag, playing like his life depended on it. Twice he saved hits for Matt Clement. ...

Zach summarizes the game, including:

... I really felt happy for Edgah. You can tell all year he's been drowning in the Boston expectations and pressure of hitting inconsistently and sometimes making us fans ponder suicide by his play at shortstop. Biggest hit of the season? Definitely. ...

Dan and Sarah had decided on a stroller, but when they expectantly got to the mall, learned it had been discontinued:

... While I'll probably spend thousands of hours searching for the perfect high tech manly stroller it is proving a good gadget hunt. The Quinny has the edge in terms of style for now while the Bugaboo loses points for not negotiating in good faith and changing their models and prices but the Bugaboo may be the only thing compatible with our car seat strategy.

Before Katrina, Michael was a law student in New Orleans. Now he finds himself in Boston, sharing a new apartment in Brighton with girlfriend (and fellow Katrina survivor) Sarah and attending BU Law School:

... Honestly, all things considered, life is good. I'm happy living with Sarah, attending a great law school, am able to work out, and now live in a tremendous city. As long as my student loans come through, I can squeak through on that account too. Plus, so many people have been generous already, sending clothes or money to help us through this difficult time. I am very thankful for all of that.

Nonetheless, many things are just difficult. Starting all over has sucked, as has leaving behind everything you own. As soon as Mayor Nagin said we could return to New Orleans, Sarah and I booked tickets back to salvage her damaged apartment and hopefully to store things in mine, which we hoped at the very least would secure our peace of mind. And allow us to return with some winter clothes. But now this new hurricane is creating problems, and wouldn't you know it, we're supposed to fly through Houston.
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Sarah is also blogging:

... Cried a lot, then had a drink, or three. Then I woke up at 5:00 AM after a dream in which Bry and I were on top of a building and there was a tidal wave coming and we were about to wash away. Stared at the ceiling some. Didn't sleep.

Somebody tell me what to do. I cannot let it go, if there's a chance I can save it.

Nstar's been jackhammering outside Eric's house of late, and he's of two minds. On the one hand:

... I guess Boston lets any asshole that works for a large corporation get a permit to jackhammer at their builing in a residential neighborhood at 8 at night. It makes sense. I want to pull a permit to blow up shit in front of NStar president Thomas J. May's house. Somehow I don’t think I'll get that permit. ...

On the other hand, something about the racket calms his baby down and puts him to sleep.