Having been, I think, mostly sensible through the weekend, last night I stayed up fairly late at papersky, rysmiel, and zorinth's house, drinking tea, eating mangosteens (cool new food--you can't get them fresh in the U.S.) and talking to people. And then woke up this morning around seven with my hip sore. A bath not having helped, I think I will grab some clothes and go around the corner for a cup of tea and a croissant, leaving a note for my loves.

A real con report is possible later. I will be home later today.