In the Castro Community Center league, Sara's team had a rough night tonight. Started off well, but with only 5 players, they just ran out of gas. I broke my vow of silence and yelled at the ref about lane violations.

Can't sleep. Our volvo wagon is on Steiner, can see it out the window. There's a woman sleeping in the doorway behind the bus stop, and there's a man standing in the street behing our car. He's holding three plastic bags full of something. Two in the right hand, one in the left. He's facing the woman. He hasn't moved in 3 hours since we got home.