Which is—I never get enough sleep at them.

I always knew I didn’t sleep well at cons, but when I say “knew,” it was more an anecdotal gut feeling than anything backed up by statistics. But as I look at what my Fitbit Flex reported about the quality of my four night’s sleep during San Diego Comic-Con (which for some reason is reflecting East Coast time, rather than West Coast time), all I could think was, man, you do get lousy sleep at cons.

Of course, my sleep in San Diego may have been poorer than usual, since I was trying to work, work, work as many waking moments as I could, on one day pounding away at my laptop nearly every waking moment from 6:00 a.m. until 10:45 p.m.

Whatever the reason, it’s good to be back in my own bed. Because another day of Comic-Con might have killed me. And you wouldn’t want that, would you?