And exhausted; I slept on the way to Mark's house last night, and slept for much of the day, rousing myself to Twitter a senryu:
sprawled, limbs akimbo
his bed emits sleepions
(Poly bliss note: curled up on the couch with my boyfriend, e-mailing my husband, chatting with my girlfriend and a lover. Happy late Valentine's Day.)
But yes. I did physically make it through the con, and I have an emergency supply of Celebrex now. I have some throat-scratchiness, which I hope is not con crud.
I had a wonderful time.
But oh man am I tired.