I went for a run last night, and damn - it was cold!

It was a short run: down Camp to the interstate, over to St. Charles and up St. Charles to St. Andrew and on home.

Very cold, very cold.

And the worst was when the wind blew up the sleeves of my fuzzy pullover. That shit was icy, dude.

Then I went to get some Indian food, and Sonya and I ate the fuck out of it.