What a novel concept

Getting sick before the con instead of getting the crud afterward. My sinuses and throat have been rebelling against me the entire week, so I got to be spacy space cadet at the CVS meeting. ("Space: the final frontier" obviously refers to even the non-drowsy Sudafed.)

At least the doctor gave me the good drugs so theoretically I should be better when I hit Lansing. I so didn't want hit the con in a weakened state and be flattened by whatever was making the rounds of the hotel.

But it will make the preparations for this MediaWest slightly more interesting.