Maybe it was the advil. maybe it was the Zocor. maybe was watching a blood red sun rise over the tropical horizon while driving in the balmy warm sunrise hours. Maybe it was the correspondence course I took in squirrel juggling. Maybe it was the shiatsu massage I got today. Ok, no squirrel juggling, but I did get a serious nerve work done. Pretty amazing stuff. It took about an hour and he released some pressure points. It was like releasing air from a tire.