Back from the 'Fest

I'm back from Louisville.

I aged approximately three decades in the past three days.

I feel fifty. Old, creaky and grumpy.

But maybe that's just the cut hand, bruised sternum and shins, worn out knee and busted lip talking.

I hope they don't ask me what I did over the weekend in my interview tomorrow.

Me: "Er. . . I feel down a flight of stairs?"

Interviewer: "What. . .Twice?"