Ever have one of those dreams where you’re running from something and somehow the viscosity of the unvierse has been dialed up to 11 and you barely make any ground? Well it was like that last night as I was walking to the office in the extreme winds we’re getting lately. I was at a 45 degree angle in a full-on sprint, yet taking only inches of ground. As I rounded the corner I got the wind at my back and proceeded to hop along the sidewalk like an apollo moon hopper. I giggled all the way.