I was practically staggering by the time I left the IRB yesterday. Standing around like that is grueling, especially when you're not used to being on your feet so much. Plus, I hadn't had anything to eat all day, except for some toast and a banana before I left the house.
( This time, at least I knew what to expect )I'm too tired to even think, now. I'm going to shoot off a few emails and maybe make a phone call or two, then drop back in case any of you has any ideas. After that, I'm going to head straight to bed.
Update: I managed to get through to Karl this evening, thanks to Skype, since the only way to make interdimensional calls is online. He's been frantic. He was watching his movie in the family room, and I was in my study. He didn't even know I'd made a phone call. He got up during a commercial to tell me something and I was gone. Of course, the police wouldn't take his report for twenty-four hours. Then, once they understood who was missing, they got all weird on him and stopped being soothing and started being all snarky. At least he knows I'm all right, now.