So as it turns out, the fit of the blues I had Sunday night? Probably not so much an emotional indicator as a physical one. When I get sick it tends to be something really obvious (i.e. stomach related or a head cold) so I probably paid a little too much attention to my bad mood and not enough attention to the fact that said bad mood arrived with achy limbs, fatigue, and a general sense that I just didn't feel very good. This culminated in waking up on Thursday with every part of my body (including my face) aching, and not in a I-exercised-too-much sort of way but a maybe-I-got-ran-over-by-a-truck-while-I-slept sort of way. And even then, I felt a little guilty taking a sick day until I went back to bed, slept hard for almost five more hours and woke up still tired and still sore, albeit a little less so. So I basically laid around and did nothing all day, got another full night's sleep and woke up this morning feeling so much better. Do you ever have those illnesses where you don't really realize how sick you were until you don't feel sick anymore? That's pretty much what happened.

I didn't feel all that well last weekend, come to think of it, but shrugged it off because of my plans. I'm sure fighting through a sleet storm Friday on my way to and from BAM and sitting in a freezing subway station for twenty minutes early Sunday morning didn't help either. It seems to be out of my system now, and I'm just glad it didn't turn out to be the stomach virus that's been running rampant in the city of late. I'd rather be too sick to move, not so sick I have to flee to the bathroom every few minutes.

The weather finally fixed itself yesterday (I know the common term is broke when a front moves on, but I prefer the direction the temperatures went, so I'm saying fixed), so I even got to air out the apartment while I was lying around. It finally seems like we've moved irrevocably into the 50s and 60s, which is good enough for me.

Things that are not fixing themselves? My women's tournament bracket, which is an absolute disaster after even more upsets in the second round (not, thank goodness, my Sooners, who had one of the few routs). Figures: I've been predicting these kinds of upsets for years and the year it finally happens I go relatively conservative. Also, I'm never picking Stanford again. For anything. Despite the fact that two of those upsets took out a couple of the higher-seeded teams potentially in OU's way to the Final Four, I'm still uneasy. Mississippi scares me a lot more than Maryland, partly because I haven't seen them play but also because the SEC has been scary good in the tournament (unless you're Vandy, but I knew they weren't really a 2 seed) and I think they play a style of defense that's more capable of keeping Courtney away from the ball. Let's hope our 3 point shooters maintain the hot hands they had in Austin.

I don't have that much to say about the men's bracket (although I'm doing much better in that one) except that I totally thought Ohio State was toast when I went to bed last night (it was halftime and they were down 17, PLUS Oden had three fouls). They're starting to remind me of their football team the year they won the championship; every time the other team seems to have the upper hand, they find some miraculous way to come back. I'm now sort of regretting that I didn't pick them past the Final Four despite the fact that they have yet to really impress me. They're just starting to get that team of destiny vibe.