wipeout

It is a truth that should be universally acknowledged, that when you fly on a long airplane flight two seats away from someone with a hoarse cough throughout the flight, that three days later you will develop the same cough, and that, after flying home in cramped conditions two days after that, cough suppressed beneath a blanket of medicine gulped down just before passing through airport security, you'll be completely wiped out and spend the next day trying to catch up on some sleep.

So that's what I did today, and any report on the small but mighty snow-covered Tolkien conference, and its attendant musical festivities, not to mention the State of Indiana, will have to wait.