I staggered up to the security checkpoint at JFK airport on swollen ankles, freighted under the weight of carry-on luggage and the massive cheese strudel I had eaten at Zabar's Deli that morning.
There was no one ahead of me in line. The airport was so empty that it looked as if it were closed for renovations.
I handed my ID and boarding pass over to the security guard.
"Is it always this slow on...um...er...Tuesdays?" I said uncertainly.
"Mondays," he replied. "Today is Monday. That must have been some weekend."
"Yes it was. Yes, yes, it was."