Protip:

When you wake up in the morning feeling ghastly ill from what, in retrospect, was probably a li'l touch of the norovirus, make sure the charge indicator on the iPad reads more than 12%, because you're not going to have the energy, coordination, or desire to go around the house looking for laptops to schlep.

Yesterday was consumed in napping, interspersed by brief periods of wakefulness during which I muzzily attempted to puzzle out daytime TV, which reached a sort of apogee of WTFery when Dr. Oz took a time-out from being worried about the perils of artificial sweeteners in chocolate milk to have this "Snookie" person tell us her diet tips, in return for which he taught her a cocktail recipe.

If Kim Jong Un wants to get froggy with his nukes, may I suggest starting with wherever that show was being filmed?