The store is still here!

But it really smells bad. Febreeze and burnt popcorn don't make such a good combination. There's a third distinct smell that I can quite identify. Like maybe he tried to clean up with a bottle of Pinesol before switching to Febreeze. It smells a little like an old-time musty movie theater. Actually a little like the bathroom of an movie theater. Hmmm...

Maricel clapped her hands and jumped up and down. "I'm living in a comic store!" Well, actually over one. She thought the apartment was nice. "Really nice. Bigger than I thought it would be."
It is a nice apartment. I pointed out the hardwood floors and attractive wood trim that had never been painted like I was trying to rent it to her. I called to check on Weezer and then we dropped into the bed for a nap. It's sort of like she's always been here.

The flight home...

was the polar opposite of the flight out. It was completely uneventful. We were a bit quiet on the way home. We read a lot. Didn't really talk about the future. The future is likely to start all on its own.

See you in the funny papers...
check the website for post-comic-con specials
Simon Wolfe