Stayed home, still zonked by whatever it is that is zonking me. Packed my stuff, left for the airport early enough to breathe normally, did the e-ticket thing, and got through the crowd to my gate with just about the right amount of time to spare: 15 minutes before boarding. Airport was busy. Lots of people like me going to home to their folks. Well, they weren't really like me — I am unique and special, or so I've been told — but their motivations were probably similar to mine.

Got home uneventfully. The folks were glad to see me and vice versa. Had home-grilled steak for dinner. Yummy!