I'm feeling under the weather, although I've had this feeling since the November election. I continue to feel like a Berliner in 1933, hating the political situation and too impoverished to get out while I can. On top of that, around 3:30, I had horrible leg pains that provided no sleep until I took a tizanidine. I take small comfort that if I were a horse, I would now be a can of dog food.