Crankypants

I am sorry to report that I am not my usual bundle of light and joy shining in the darkness of the internet.

I should have known something was wrong this morning. When I woke up, both my hands were asleep ... because I had been sleeping with my arms militantly crossed. Why? I was dreaming that I was at a basketball game, and at half-time, I was yelling at John Stockton and the other players for not playing well: "What was that?!? What are you doing?!? You call this basketball? John is retiring this year! I may never get to see him play again! I want to see someone step up and play!"