Jiggety-jig
I’m home again. Northwest duly took off at six, dropping me in Minneapolis at eight with plenty of time to forage for breakfast, which I did because I wasn’t sure I’d make it to my next flight without eating!
Back in Madison a bit after eleven with three-quarters of an hour of hassle over my checked bag (what, you believe the TSA’s horse manure about bags always travelling with travellers?) to deal with.
Then I went home and fell into bed. Seven hours later, I think I’m almost human again.