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Sick. Chest cold. Exhausted. Appetite shot. Not the greatest way to end a vacation. I got home from the airport, dragged my stuff inside, then crawled into bed. I’ve been sleeping off and on ever since.

I hope I feel better tomorrow because I’ve got a boatload of stuff to do.

And I have a lot to post about, but I’ve got the energy of a wet washcloth.

Mirrored from Kristine Smith.