Mike and I got back Saturday from a mini-vacation to San Diego. This trip had several consequences: I have spent Monday in the throes of exhaustion I have a fun sunburn in the shape of a halter top I have a million things to write about but can’t focus on any of them for sustained periods of time. We came back early to celebrate Father’s Day, and I promptly came down with some sort of 24-hour mini-plague. Naturally, when I couldn’t stop hacking at midnight last night, I took some sleepy drugs. Not a good idea. When Mike dragged my ass out of bed woke me up, I think I snarled at…