ellid | And I shall go forth, in forge in my soul the uncreated conscience...oops, wrong story.

Actually, tomorrow I'm taking the Peter Pan bus to Boston to avoid the IMPENDING SNOW OMGWTFPOLARBEAR STORM that has everyone and his Aunt Matilda swooning. Normally I'd drive, but after my last experience driving home in the late afternoon/early evening on the Pike in a snowstorm,* I decided to err on the side of caution and enrich the heirs and assigns of Peter Picknelly by riding in the climate controlled splendor of a large green vehicle called The Dancing Ostrich or whatever they're naming their buses these days.

I'm going to see Dr. McKenna at Mass Eye and Ear for a touching base appointment about the neuroma; according to my latest MRI it hasn't grown (and actually seems to have shrunk somewhat), but the New Year's day vertigo attack really bothered me and I wanted to see what the doctor thinks.

Beyond that, am up to 90 pounds on hip abductors, thirty pounds on triceps, and 25 minutes on the exercise bike at 85% heart rate. I actually *missed* exercising this weekend, so may go in on Saturday for a little bit. I wonder if it's possible to be addicted to exercise?

*Arisia last year, when for some reason they stopped plowing just west of Worcester. C and I were coming back from Arisia, and after I realized that not only had the Pike not been plowed, it hadn't been salted, sanded, or anything else, I pulled onto Route 32 and took the long way home through Palmer. DO NOT WANT.