Another Comic-Con winds down. Nothing left but shuffling husks that contained actual people only a few short days ago and a fresh infusion of children for Kids’ Day.

As near as I can tell in my current exhaustion-induced fugue state, I’ve had a blast.

Now two final days of packing and off to New York. Then I can finally get some sleep, recover, and figure out just how much of a blast I’ve actually had.

On the immediate horizon: trying to devise some sort of Rube Goldberg machine to make sure I don’t sleep through my stop on the train home.