Close, but back.

Home from CX.

Made our flight with one minute to spare (as Gavin, Maggie, & Trid can attest, having seen the black-clad blur as K & I sprinted through Midway Airport at 5:08 to catch our 5:30 departure).

Tired, throat-shot, and laden with a shitload of quotes.

"Moink."

Bedtime.