This past weekend I flew up to Seattle to visit Chris and Bob (and Chaz, who flew in from New Haven). Here you can see Chris and Chaz and, in the background, some AT-AT walkers, or brontosaurus skeletons, or stevedore cranes, or something.

The trip overall was great, but on Saturday we spent an entire day driving around with Chris’ friend Mike, who was slowly succumbing to a cold. That’s where I think I got my current mess. So far, an early and strong dose of medication is keeping things at bay. Although my tonsils are the size of golf balls, I felt well enough at noon to go into lab. I decided not to (for fear of infecting my colleagues), which turned out to be the correct decision, because now it feels like someone hadouken’ed my throat. Tomorrow I’ll tell more stories, but today I’ll just take a nap now, thanks.

Hey, it’s the 3rd Annual Start-of-School Sickness!. This time, though, it wasn’t students. It was Seattle. Story to come…

Here’s a boring picture of Vancouver. Mwahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.

Yesterday I exercised our new policy of unilateral, disproportionate application of force: see one flea, bomb the house to oblivion.

Guess who’s back…