Life returns to normal. We got home, fell into comas, and awoke Tuesday for immediate errands. Threw the con take at the bank, and immediately wrote out a heart-stopping check for the rest of the San Diego Comicon booth, and overnighted that off since they needed to be paid immediately. Then we worked on Furrlough #160 and Milk #53. Those both got turned in, so now I only have to worry about the October solicitations getting to the right person in time. And the unpaid taxes. And the assignment paperwork for the books we just turned in. Okay, maybe I can't relax and breathe yet.
Today I am unpacking con stock and then going to work at Video Game Store X. The fun just never stops around here.
Hopefully, I can write some kind of con report before I forget everything in a blur of mundane activities. We'll see.
Today I am unpacking con stock and then going to work at Video Game Store X. The fun just never stops around here.
Hopefully, I can write some kind of con report before I forget everything in a blur of mundane activities. We'll see.