My head is EXPLODING. Could it be the lack of coffee? Yesterday's strange sleep schedule? Colliding neuro-transmissions from having watched too much male figure skating? The strongly erratic barometric pressure? The green tea + jasmine combo I've been purchasing from the shelf right next to the call-to-Laos phone cards at Asia's Family Market? Blah.

Despite the headache, the effects of yesterday's snowstorm caused a flurry of excitment at work. Everyone was leaving early and employees were calling in stuck in the massive berms, breastwork, parapets, banks and/or bulwarks in their driveways and subdivisions. My current boss & boss's boss were stuck in a ditch somewhere near Turtle Creek Casino (not the South Bend apartment complex) and we were prancing around in a blanket-of-snow-induced frenzy.

I'm pretty indelibly immersed (can one be indelibly immersed?) in the cult of Bikram Yoga. As an almost-daily practitioner, I've discovered that my lower left half is quite a bit weaker than my right, and my joints are also angled differently. So there are tricks the right side of my body can perform that my left side has a hard time equaling. It's humbling, in a way, to discover these little quirks in my body's mechanisms that, even as a runner, I had never noticed before. I feel sorry for my left side; I think it's jealous.