heat

I turned the heat on for about a half hour when I got home -- just enough to check that the furnace lit up properly, all the radiators got warm and all that. It's about 50 degrees out, which with the windows closed and the residual heat from the day still in here, really wasn't needed, but I figured it was better to give the furnace a tryout on a weekday rather than wait til the weekend and find out that it doesn't work.

I guess it really is fall!

In other news, I saw the feral chicken that lives down the street again -- back on the same windowbox I saw him on the last time. He's a little black bantam rooster (I checked out the spurs) with glossy feathers and some white on his red red combs. You really have to have seen Somerville to realize just how ridiculous the thought of a feral chicken here really is.

I suppose the snake I caught a few years ago on my street was a little bit less likely... but not by much.