After nine hours of convention coverage (plus a fun ten minutes with Jeff and Lee, where I can get a little more personal than I do on NARN), I decided I would be too tired to do today's show if I drove up to the Cloud. So seven hours sleep at a Bloomington hotel, and I feel quite rested. (Seven for me is damned rare -- I'm usually a five hour sleeper, though lately I've been edging towards 5.5.) All that conventioning and talking made me feel like I was subjected to three Vulcan mind melds yesterday -- tune in at 1pm and see if I've got anything left in the tank. If I don't, not to worry because Captain Ed is smoking hot right now.