Sorry for the post-post disappearance. I did go to the wedding that I mentioned, but by the time I got there, I was so sick the entire experience was one long fever dream. What I remember clearly had great views of downtown Boston. I left with two pictures, only one of which I personally took, and no voice.
When United delivered me back to Indianapolis on Sunday night, after an extra hour stuck on a tarmac and a sprint through O'Hare, I was verging on delirious. I drove the hour back to Bloomington like this to keep myself awake:
I basically collapsed and have been working to recover ever since. Now I'm on antibiotics, and the fact that I can't remember the last time I was on antibiotics is a testament to how sick I was. 2010 I think, for a skin thing I got from bike shorts and dirty water? And before that 2003 probably, for a skin thing I got in India from dirty water. Ironically, this instance was probably also due to dirty water: I shared a lane with a kid that I learned two days later had had a sore throat, by which time I had a sore throat. So began the death spiral.