Apparently someone got so violently ill on the plane arriving to Charlotte (a.k.a. the plane I was then supposed to board in order to come home), that they had to remove the seats in the back. I really don't want to think about how that could even be possible.
Anyhoo... what this means is that I arrived home 12 hours late, exhausted, and gross... wearing a pair of underwear I had to wash in the sink at the motel. I've showered... but I have much sleeping to do.