I've been meaning to mention that Beth's wife C is pregnant; she's now in her second trimester. Congratulations again!
They're calling the baby-to-be "Grommet"; for an explanation, follow the link.
. . . On a side note, I'm always intrigued by the gender-neutral nicknames that parents use for kids-in-progress. Those of you who've used such nicknames, I invite you to post them as comments to this entry. But first go and congratulate Beth and C, if you know them. (Or, heck, even if you don't.)
While I'm here, I may as well also point to Beth's latest entry, in which she explains how to get a parking space in the Castro: just sing showtunes! Or parodies thereof; hers was "Somewhere, there's a space for us." I want to spread this as a new urban legend or folklore or superstition or something, so next time you're looking for parking in the Castro, give it a try, and then come back and report on whether it worked. (Ideally, tell us it worked even it didn't, to provide evidence to get more people to try it.) Also, feel free to post any particularly good showtune-parody lyrics you come up with that have to do with parking.