Hello from Los Angeles. The trip home was uneventful except that I couldn't find anything in the airport to eat that didn't collide with my food allergies and wound up hiking all the way over from the C gates to the B gates to find something. The only option over there turned out to be a McDonald's but it was something. I asked them to make me a Quarter-Pounder without cheese and the lady who took the order acted like I'd ordered a tuna sandwich with no tuna.
Back at the Phoenix Comicon, it felt like a low-key Sunday — fewer people than Saturday and the ones who were there seemed worn out…or maybe it was just me. Despite getting ample hours of sack time, I was pretty tired by the time I hauled my luggage and myself away. Anyway, my thanks again to the management of that fine convention for inviting me and treating me — and all their guests, as far as I could tell — so well. I need sleep.