Home, tired, hungry, happy. I got absolutely everything I wanted out of Comic-Con, after a month of ceaseless fretting and planning and worrying and hoping. Pictures, many of them, will come later. Right now I need dinner, a shower, and about a million hours of sleep. Since 5am yesterday, I've had about two hours of sleep. I think that's called a nap.
Must go take care of these things now, if I can work up the energy.