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Home from a whirlwind trip to Memphis for Michael's father's 70th birthday. Unbelievably tired, not least because I seem to have layered a cold on top of the previously-extant Worst Seasonal Allergies Ever. Back 240 posts in LJ and not even close to catching up. But somehow, after three days without a net connection and in the company of Michael's stepmother, I just can't bear to leave you all.

Going. To bed. Now.