When I wrote the previous message here, I was sitting in my hotel room in San Diego. Now, I'm back in my comfy computer chair at home, feeling a new exhaustion from 4.5 days of Comic-Con. I wasn't this tired last night…and the closer to home I got, the more fatigued I became. Maybe that con's more work than it felt like at the time.
Sergio drove back and we stopped off in San Clemente at one of my favorite Italian restaurants. When the wind's blowing north, I can lean out my back window and smell the garlic from Sonny's, a mere 72.7 miles to the south. (On the way down, we stopped in San Juan Capistrano and watched some swallows return.) Sergio, by the way, drives like he draws: Fast and in the margins.
I still think I had a great time but I think I'm going to go into the bedroom and nap 'til WonderCon. To those of you who follow this blog and wonder, "When does he sleep?", you have your answer: Now. Good night.