It's Not Con Crud...

...but it's annoying.   I've had con crud often enough, in several variations, to recognize con crud.  This is just the blahs.  The fuzzed brain.  The waking up thinking I'm somewhere else than at home (this morning it wasn't the train, but a hotel.  The sound of the garbage truck up the street magnified itself into real city traffic.)   The attention still fastened to Dragon*Con,  programming, talks with editor, talks with other writers, etc.  Usually I get home and quickly detach from a...