In Which I Learn NEVER to Go to a Conference During the Semester

My job is busy.
Strike that. 
My job is CRAZY busy.
And I thought I could leave for a week and go to an international conference (ICFA--the International Conference for the Fantastic in the Arts, to be exact) in the middle of the semester.
I am an idiot.
Between the work I had to do to prep to leave, including setting up my classes for someone else to take over, the work I have to do on a daily basis anyway, the jetlag, the catching up with emails and admin after I got home, and the shitheap I fin...