Things to do in Denver when you're dead...

Well, I haven't been dead, but now I've been to Denver. And not just DIA either!

This afternoon, I crash landed (metaphorically, of course) back at SEA and I could swear that my heart whimpered just a little bit when I looked out of that ovalish airplane window and saw the grey-white sky and sideways rain once again. I'm missing that big midwestern sky already.

As with every trip I've been on, anywhere, it's good to be home. It's nice to know where everything is, to be greeted by affectionate furry faces, and to sleep in your own bed again. It's comforting to have a seemingly endless supply of clean clothes, and to be able to drink right out of the carton without feeling self-conscious. It's good to be home, but my travel lust is hardly sated. In fact, it's sparked up all anew all over again, just like I knew it would.

I've promised a post or three to some special people I know, and if you're out there now, I want you to know that I haven't forgotten. I'll be playing catch up for the next few days as I slowly readopt this "reality" thing, but you're on my mind. Stay tuned.

Peace, friends.