A vacation where you end up more exhausted than when you started isn’t a real vacation.  It’s an ordeal.  But toss in the largest comic book convention of all time and a red-eye return flight with two already overstimulated kids? That’s what you call a gauntlet.

Yesterday I spent the day trying to catch up on sleep.  Today I’m trying to catch up with my real (as well as virtual) life.  And I don’t even know what day today is.  Figuring out what the next step of my employment quest will be. Resolving to clean my office. Freeing up space on my external hard drive so I can get the vacation pictures off Jane’s laptop, which I will then need to process and upload to Flickr. Writing to all of the amazing people I met at the Con. Eating. Unpacking. Laundry.  Avoiding clients for a few hours more until I can take care of the items above.  The list goes on…