My feet still hurt. I don't remember the last time I ever stood for so long as I did while at CES. A pretty interesting experience. I met some of our games' fans, including Curt Schilling...although I admit to not knowing at the time exactly who he was, though his name rang a bell :)

I only risk $40 for any gambling session, which makes me edgy as I lose it nickel by nickel. I don't think I'll forget the look on the face of the craps table dealer (or whatever they're called) when I announced to Matt that I had to go back to my hotel after accumulating a loss of $8 in nickel slots. Heh!

The next night, though, as we waited to get seats at a restaurant in the Bellagio, Erik and I decided to go wild and blow $5 on nickel slots...and I won about $50. :) Which, of course, I converted into shoes the next day.

Broos watched Mo for me during my absence. He offered to look in on Mittens as well, but since I'd bought a big ass feeder and waterer, I figured my cat could fend for himself. And so he did, in fine health upon my return, full of chatter about his week. He talked non-stop for an hour (Mittens, not Broos) and is following me around the apartment.

It's late at night and I'm tired. Fannie, our superb manager of stuff and things, had arranged a ride for our crew to and from the airport. We were picked up by a 10-person limo. Wheee!

And my sinuses are filling. :( I've had some sinus un-stuffing medicine but it seems to be wearing off. Ah, well. At least I have my shoes.