On the road again: Las Vegas, day 6

I'm home after a direct, non-stop flight that I can barely remember, probably because I spent most of it trying to find ways to keep pressure off my gut and to avoid dehyrdating while consuming the smallest possible amount of water. I do seem to be healing, but this has been a miserable attack of the stomach crud.

As we walked through our hotel/casino and others, we all frequently commented that every few feet in Las Vegas you see something that back home you would photograph and discuss with your friends. The sheer opulence and the extreme weirdness of Las Vegas, however, is too overwhelming for that sort of thing to work; you'd never make it out of your hotel, much less eat a meal or see a show.

Illness made the trip far less than the perfect short vacation I had hoped it would be, but on balance we still had a good time, and with luck it will prove to be a trip that both Sarah and Scott--the people I most wanted to enjoy it--will remember more with fondness than anything else.