It's September 11th, 2004. I slept in.

A couple days ago, I stepped out of the shower, toweled off, and stepped into my bedroom to find some clothes. Just inside the doorway, at about the height of my shoulder, was a spider the size of my ear. It was a spider, too, not a daddy long-leg.

I thought about ways to kill it without marking up the wall with a splat. I decided to smack it with my dirty t-shirt. Mission Accomplished! It fell off the wall and crumpled into a ball, which I scooped up with some protective toilet paper and flushed.

Then I thought, how does a spider get as big as my ear? Answer: it eats a lot. So what is a well-fed spider doing in my bedroom?

My tomato plant is doing nicely. When I first got it, it fell over and was damaged. So it was a late bloomer. I watered it shallowly every day which made it grow and grow. A couple weeks ago, though, I was I stopped watering it, becuase it wasn't making any fruit. That did the trick; the plant panicked, choked half of its own branches, and started making tomatoes. Now I'm watering it like crazy, and I'm getting some beautiful heirloom tomatoes. And when I say 'heirloom,' what I mean is 'ugly.' Oh well, they will be tasty. When I pull off the dead branches, it smells like tomatos.

Last night I browned some italian sausage and then mixed it in with some polenta, parmesan, and a little can of tomatos in chilis. I also had it for breakfast.

I have no plans for this weekend, except the to clean the casita and catch up on some paperwork.