Lethargy and Name Dropping before Wiscon

So here I am in Madison, Wisconsin. I was up waaaay too early yesterday morning so I could catch a plane at SFO, and arrived, after a two-hour layover in St. Louis, at Dane County Airport in the early evening.

I had a pleasant dinner of take-home pizza with my partner Debbie Notkin, Jim Hudson, Diane Martin, and the far-traveling Joan Haran. Then Debbie and I hopped into a van to drive to Milwaukee to pick up Ellen Kushner and Delia Sherman at the airport and bring them back to the Madison Concourse. The talk in the van on the way back to Madison was a delight, but Debbie and I didn't get back to chez Hudson-Martin until well after midnight. Which wouldn't have seemed late to my jetlagged self if I'd hadn't been awake since oh-dark-hundred that morning.

At any rate, I slept rather late this morning and have been groggy and headachy all day, despite infusions of strong tea. And I have nothing to post about. The perfidy of Monica Goodling? The cravenness of the Democratic congressional leadership? Nothing to say that other people aren't saying. Not even Mark Gritter's graph of Chinese Poker hand strength can inspire me to write.

I know what I need: Guest bloggers. Are there any D-Listers out there who want a shot at the big time to move from the micro-stakes to the dime-and-quarter tables?