oops

I'm in Chicago, waiting for the evening flight to Tucson.

I get the distinct impression that I'm not alone in this, but I seem to be coming down with a cold -- probably the one that was going around the French conference, which I thought I was successfully fighting off last week but which the flight from Manchester seems to have given the upper hand. I'm not sure antihistamines are the best idea on top of what's already been an eighteen-hour day, but they're what I have, and in the process of delving in my backpack for them I discovered that I have inadvertently carried a 2-oz bottle of Purell, not protected by a Freedom Baggie, through security checkpoints at two major airports without raising a peep.

Only seven more hours until bedtime, I hope.

Back

I'm back at Tucson-home, and the air conditioning seems to be doing something, though it has a long way to go yet. Of course the plumbing leaks a little after a month of disuse, and the cable TV doesn't work, but those are standard annoyances after an extended summer absence. The one that isn't standard is that my favorite lamp -- the one that works from the switch by the entrance -- seems not to be working, which is odd as it has a long-life bulb. Other than that, things look okay.