Late night

After tonight's event at the Tattered Cover in Denver, we went to the home of friends for a few drinks and to catch up. But then it was back early to the hotel, because we have an early start tomorrow to go to the airport for our flight to Salt Lake City. But we had eaten almost nothing all day, and so dropped into one of the many restaurants in our hotel for a quick bite before bed. I had quesadillas and J had a bowl of chowder, and we watched zombie-like as the Cardinals, playing out their American football drama on a big screen, beat the crap out of some other team whose name we didn't even catch. So tired. Can't even imagine dragging myself out of bed tomorrow.

But, of course, I will. Tomorrow will be our ninth flight out of seventeen. We are definitely more than halfway through.