My calves are killing me from going up and down the stairs a zillion times. This morning I had a bizarre dream that I was back to work at AOL. Bags of potato chips shooting out of the fax machine, my desk was a swing, then it was a hospital bed, the woman in the next cubicle was watching Jim and Tammy Faye Baker sing Rolling Stones hits on the TV, that kind of stuff.

Sometimes it's good to be awake and back in reality.