I have returned to the real world and have found that in my absence my body was not well taken-care-of. Three days, lost in a place where assassins lurk, where the good guys are only slightly better than the bad, shere the enemies are poised to invade, and where, in the end, the city is blown to smithereens, I find that I did not get much sleep.
I am looking at my computer and can only see it if I squint. I can't seem to focus, and my mind is as bleary as tea. Is tea bleary? I'm not sure.
The short of it is that this teleporting in and out of strange worlds is not good for the health. Maybe I should take a few days off, stay home, prop up my feet, and sleep rather than picking up the next book in the series.