Not feeling so hot tonight.  I wonder if that Boca Chili I pulled out of the freezer at work had thawed and refrozen somehow?  You know the feeling when you’ve eaten something that wasn’t really bad but wasn’t quite right either?

Or maybe I’m just tired.  Local weather spawned tornado warnings just as I was going to bed last night, so I slept with one ear tuned to the local station that covered severe weather best.  At 2:45 am the local sirens went off, but all signs were that any trouble areas were north or me.  I forced myself awake long enough to ensure I was making a sound decision to go back to sleep, then I slept for the rest of the night.  Waking up not well-rested.

But I did make good process on the revisions for Twilight last night while I watched the Colts win another one.   I really prefer John Madden and his announcing team on Sunday nights on NBC, but, well, they can’t do ’em all, can they?

I think I’ll hit the sack and see if some rest helps this mild malaise.