I was wearing a shirt that is covered with diesel locomotives of various sorts in a bunch of fallen-flag railroad paint schemes. As I was coming out of the restroom, one of the people who operates the miniature railroad on the Nut Tree grounds, wearing traditional steam-railroad engineer gear, commented on my shirt: "What, no steam trains?"
I said, "If they had one, I'd be all-electric." He had no answer for that.
Three hours driving isn't much. I've made much longer trips. At need, I could have avoided any hotel nights at all, doing Thanksgiving as an out-and-back trip on Thursday. But even taking things easy, I found myself feeling completely beat when I got home. I fell into bed and napped for 90 minutes or so. I'm still feeling pretty groggy. To those of you at SorcererCon this weekend: Sorry, but I'm spending the weekend dead (mostly) for rest purposes. I'll have to go out a couple of times (I forgot to buy a larger memory card for my camera when I got the new hard drive, and I'll need more storage if I'm to record the Fannish Inquisition, for instance), but otherwise, I really want to rest this weekend before the marathon ahead of me in December.