Poor Elayne Riggs was a recipient of the convention crud which has felled everyone I know, and I am sicker than I was two days ago.

But we also have her to thank for these lovely pics, including a nice one of me at the show.

As you can see, my delicate Southern self required layers of protection. Alas, the layers did not save me from the flu.

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