Usually, I don’t really care about Sporty Spice-type stuff, but if you live in Boston, it’s hard not to have a soft spot for those lovable losers, the Red Sox. I’m not one of those people who think that major league teams give a poo about “their” town. But this made me feel a little bit sad.

I hate to say it, but “Kaena: The Prophecy” was kind of stinky. Some of the animation was very pretty, but the story was fairly incomprehensible (even to D., who usually can explain sci fi and fantasy to me in terms I understand), and at times the dialogue made us laugh out loud. (”Your gods are nothing but a bunch of sap monsters!”) Still, it was a fun date — we went to Cambridge, 1 afterward for salad, half-pizzas (one with sorrel, goat cheese, and cracked pepper and one with shaved portobellos, roasted onions, and Asiago), and Toscanini’s tiramisu ice cream. Miraculously, the lingering sickness I’d felt the rest of the weekend abated long enough to enjoy our evening out.