"Do I look that bad? Like I'm sick?"
"Yeah. You do. I thought you were crying when you came down stairs."
"With all the sniffling."
"I think it's official. I've got the con crud. What about you?"
"No. I think I'm OK. Just tired and headachey from the tired."
"Tissues. I need tissues."
"I'll get them. You go do the stuff you need to do."
Yep, I'm back from GenCon and I've got the crud. This one includes dizzy spells and ear pain. My life is going to suck for a few days. Also, Jeff told me to go nap—and I did. Without argument.