Saturday was Pretend To Be A Time Traveller Day. I spent most of it constructing a new firewall and the evening prepping for the party over at Scraun and Fishy's. Lyssa was kind enough to take a couple of pictures after we got home that night.

Sunday: Recovering at Laurelinde's place with the family. I passed out on the couch sometime around 2200 EST5EDT.

Monday: Sick as a dog. My body's immune system isn't handling the jet lag or running myself into the ground very well. They sent me home from work this afternoon so I could rest and hopefully …

Coffee at 0500 in your hotel room: When you need it the most, you are least capable of successfully making it.