Here I am, back in MN. "The party's over." I landed & retrieved my car in a bona fide zombie state, hungry as a mutha after not eating for 14+ hrs, and could think of nothing more than a tight slice to set things right. Also, I remembered that I had no food at home. And again also, my grogginess would not accept anything that would take more than 2 secs to go from behind the counter to my mouth. So down the hill at Cossetta's I stopped, for a diet coke & quite massif pepp slice. Pretty righteous, actually. Time to nap.