8 days of not really sleeping and being forced to shake hands with all of humanity and travel and bad food have caught up w/ me/us: Pygs are sick and how. The N has no concept of how to handle a cold + burgeoning ear infection; my back aches and I've watched 50 episodes of True Life Forensic Files on cable, so you know it's been bad.
And stop talking about what great weather it's been. I've missed all of it in bed. Of course. I hate you all.