The so-called Con Crud, that low grade illness that so often happens after a convention, arrived early, I’m assuming because of time zone confusion.

Or just a lot of air travel and airports.

It seems to be, as it were, buggering off, but I’m still a bit wiped, and was getting an amount of “You Don’t Look So Good” from folk last night.

Took the annoying but hopefully sensible route of returning my ticket for a 8pm-Midnight game, because it’d most likely wipe me out for the next day.
Or two.

Not real happy about that, but … I think it was the right call.