Too old for this %#*!&$

I am in the habit of taking the red-eye when I travel east, because I am stingy about wasting days away from home/work days.  I think this has to stop.  I had a scratchy throat when I left SF; three and a half hours of dozing on a plane, sitting up and cricking my neck, then another forty minutes on the connecting flight from O'Hare to Madison, then up until 11 that evening being at Wiscon O! Joy!, did not help.  I had a wonderful time at the convention--the panels on Fight Scenes and Books that Saved My Life were particularly swell, and the dealers' room sold out of Sold for Endless Rue, and I ate and drank and had good conversations.  I did manage to get to bed reasonably on time, and I drank enough water and tea to float a battle ship.  And yet...

Sick.  Hacking sick.  Feh.

Hope there's no delay on the flights home tomorrow, though I wouldn't bet on it.