Home.

Visit was wonderufl.

However, do not recommend eight-hour car drives with headache, cold chills, and constant muscle cramps.

Going to bed.

The hell.

Couldn't sleep, so was sitting here staring that the screen. Decided to give sleep another shot, stood up, turned around, and kicked something with my toe. A fallen coin, I wondered muzzily, until I realized that it was /scuttling/ away, not rolling. There is another huge frickin' spider in my living room. Really, really big. Currently hiding behind my comfy floor pillows, which I am too tired and achey to start pulling out to hunt it. I suppose I should be grateful that it's less aggressive, and didn't chomp on my impolite toe.

...BUT WHY ARE THEY ALWAYS SITTING AROUND MY CHAIR? I mean, it must have been right under my foot. Why?