Misery. At one point tonight, I think I felt as physically bad as I’ve ever felt in my life. I was sitting on a bench late at night and miles from home, shivering in the cold and rain, having just thrown up in a garbage can, praying that I would just open my eyes and be home in my bed. My stomach has been hurting for a few days, but I thought I was well enough today to attend a friend’s barbecue. I was wrong. But don’t worry. The Snook is taking good care of me. He got me home, and I’m so relieved to be here I could weep. I’m gonna go sleep for a long time and hopefully I’ll be in better shape next time you hear from me.