The weather has been cold and gloomy for the past few days. It’s made finding the energy to do things somewhat difficult. I’ve been forced to run in the sprinkling mist with Joy, who gets drenched and smells like wet dog for the rest of the day. I’ve had to drag myself to the grocery store and laundry mat, struggling to carry an umbrella in one hand, and awkward, heavy bags in the other. I grudgingly bundled up and drove the 45-minute drive to work with the windshield wipers going full blast. Somehow on my way home though, I found my energy boost. And of course, where else would it come from, but through my radio! All of the sudden, I had choreographed head, shoulder, and hand movements to Taylor Swift’s “ Hey Stephen ,” belted out the chorus of the Little Willie’s “ Lou Reed ,” and even air-trumpeted the horn section of Paul Simon’s “ Diamonds on the Soles of Her Shoes. ” I also hesitantly admit, that if there are laws against cell phones and texting while driving, there should proba