Mrrfl. Just, mrrfl.

No matter how well you sleep or how early you get to bed, there is nothing quite like having an alarm go off at 3am so you can drive three hours to an airport. So here I am in Chicago. Dead on my feet. Solid food is agreeing with me, although only little bits at a time. Oh, and with everything else, I got my period last night so I have cramps too. Can I have a do-over? At least the ID-checker at security noticed the date on my driver's license and wished me a happy b-day. Mrrfl.

Home Again

Thanks for all the birthday wishes, everyone.

I have only one final comment on my digestive adventures. Good idea: achieving my target weight[*] as a birthday present. Really really really bad idea: food poisoning as a weight-loss tool.

[*] Actually probably overshot it, since I was 150.8 when I got home and my afternoon weight is usually 2 lb above my first-thing-in-the-morning weight.