The power was out when I woke up this morning in pitch darkness. No electricity = no TV or DVD player = no Tony Horton = more sleep for me.
This also meant having to squeeze in a session of yoga after dinner, when I'd rather be watching "Lost" or reading one of the many unfinished books gathering dust on my nightstand. But the silver lining is that like most people, my body's a lot more flexible at night than it is in the morning, and I ended up with an unusually satisfying and super-stretchy workout. I'm a Tin Man in the A.M., and Gumby in the P.M.