... with one of his amazing hangover cures (and this not being the alcohol sort of hangover in any event), 'twas time for breakfast (blueberry muffins and fried eggs), naproxen, pseudoephedrine, and some good ol' fresh air and exercise.
Morning walkies ended up being a bit over 7 miles, with some proper hills, at a bit less than a 3 MPH pace, including occasional stops to chat with people along the way. The headache is now much diminished, though now my feet and legs are a bit sore.
Somewhere around the 4-mile mark, I found myself trying to remember how a pentode works. (Yes, I had a reason for this.) I couldn't even remember the name of the third grid! On the drive home, though, I remembered that the third grid is called the suppressor, and that it's tied to something around cathode potential to round up electrons scattered from the anode and send them back where they came from. So my memory isn't all that bad.
Must be time for lunch; the fuzzballs expect me to go grill something, so they can have their outdoor playtime. And if they don't get their playtime soon, Top Hat will shred all the papers on my desk.