Back from the con, which, in my head, was just a blur of packing, unpacking, packing, unpacking, packing, unpacking, then the TRUCK BROKE DOWN IN SPRINGFIELD FOR HOURS AND HOURS (the gas station guy had a dog, though, that kept us company until the repair truck arrived), and finally, some sleep, before unpacking into the store.

But now, everything is taken care of, it is my birthday, and I am going to go take a nap, then work on some sketching practice. Catch you Thursday.