Got home, wrote about bad happenings in The City, felt terrible and suffered entirely unwarranted gastrointestinal distress, followed by exhaustion and chills.
Decided that not sharing was genuine caring -- also, I could not keep my eyes open. Still can't, really, so it's back to the bunkhouse for me.
Hoping for a Complete Report from Tam. Or perhaps Brigid!
Update: Hours and much sleep later, I still feel like something found mashed on the road. Ugh.
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