I'm on eight panels. I have eighteen paintings, not including the Twigjack, who I'm taking but may not hang, depending on the amount of available space. I have two sculptures. I have more prints than I can shake a stick at, numerous T-shirts, mousepads, and memorabilia. I am extravagantly laden with Stuff.
It'll be fine once we're set up, but the pre-Con packing panic is always a little frantic.
I also thought, not for the first time, that someday I want to write something non-fiction. Like "Digger's Guide To What Evolution Really Means." The cliff-notes, no-nonsense, but hopefully fairly engaging version. With wombats. In hardback. With lead covers. Largely so that I have something heavy to brain people with when they say stupid things about evolution based on things that they don't at all understand. (This is a really seriously hot button issue with me, if you hadn't guessed. I can go from zero to wolverine in like three seconds...)
But enough of this! To lunch, and then the Con! If you're in the neighborhood, come on down!