I went to Asia

and all I brought back was this lousy case of SARS.

Just kidding. (Although no one laughs. What, SARS jokes aren't funny any more?) Have spent the last week coughing and moaning and clutching my sad sore throat, in between thrashing about fitfully while "asleep," mainly because each night I dream that I am still on the plane home from China.

Of course, I'm awake enough to realize that I'm naked, and asleep enough to think I'm sitting in between my boss and her boss, with whom I made the trip. This makes for some horribly disorienting moments at 2, 3, 4 a.m. Thankfully, that has started to taper off. More photos when I get a chance.