I felt all distracted and disoriented at badminton. I guess I did something odd after one of my games… leaned against the wall or something… cause an embarrassing number of people asked if I was okay after that and, baffled, I told them all that I was fine.

Assuming you could call feeling like I have left a quarter or more of my brain or some other vital organ of equal value back in Washington “fine”.

Maybe it’s in my shower cap?