Last night's 8:15 - 9:45 Bikram was exactly what was necessary to soothe my bruised self after two-ish daysof HEAVY moving out of Andersonville. The instructor, a guy who's starting up a studio in Evanston, was excellent. Were I not slowly migrating toward the city center I'd consider making the E.Ston location my new home.

Filled with inspiration and post-Bikram vanilla Jell-O this morning, I caught the 7:01 Metra (a ROUSING first) and was at my desk by 7:20 -- shocking and homeric, both.