Jetlaggin’

I’m home, after about 35 hours in planes, airports, and buses. (The trip out took 44 hours, so coming back I was lucky.)
Though I’ve had a couple nights in my own bed, I’m still cross-eyed with jetlag, a totally screwed-up sleep schedule, and readjusting to living at altitude.
So why don’t you look at this nice picture of a lionfish while I try to readjust my biorhythms? I will avoid cliche descriptions of its “deadly spines,” and remark only that you probably don’t want to use one of these guy...