The first week back from Alaska was a busy one, and I mostly felt like I was just hitting the ground, and not quite succeeding at the running part.
Red-eye flights really make me wonder about how much of what we think of as personality is actually biology. I’m a morning person who likes 8 hours of sleep at night. In Alaska we sleep long nights and take afternoon naps and get a lot of rest. After getting maybe 3 hours of sleep on the 4 1/2 hour flight from Anchorage to Denver, I just didn’t feel like my usual happy self, and on Monday and Tuesday I still wasn’t ready for the flurry of activity here in Boulder.
Brad’s parents, Stanley and Cecelia, were here when we arrived. We had lunch with them, and dinner with them and Daniel and Laura on Monday. On Tuesday Brad managed to arrange a private tour of the Denver Art Museum for them and then we had a delicious dinner at Rioja. I’m almost omitting the being late for our tour (turned one block too early on Broadway and took a driving tour of Denver, too) and getting confused between Rialto Cafe, where we actually had a reservation, and Rioja where I had intended to have a reservation. Luckily, Brad functions better than I do on a messed up sleep cycle and made everything work out just right.
I would say that I came in for a bumpy landing, but partially recovered on Wednesday with lunch, a massage and pedicure with my sister Wendy, and then a night at home with Brad just reading and relaxing and having some talking time, and finally a good night’s sleep.
Thursday I headed up to the mountains to look at potential ski houses, which we’ve been thinking about buying since we first moved here almost 11 years ago. I had a great day looking, and found a place in Keystone that we’ve had our offer accepted on. Stayed overnight there and drove back to Boulder on a perfectly beautiful Friday. Saturday we had planned to have a Brad torture session (also known as shopping for clothes) since the places we had planned to go in London for my birthday required "gentlemen" to wear ties, which Brad just doesn’t own any of. The weather was rainy, cold, foggy, and generally dreary, and he doesn’t need those fancy clothes any more anyway, so we stayed home until sushi dinner in Denver with friends Tony and Hollen.
Sunday was mostly a normal day for us: Brad ran to town (14 miles), I drove there to meet him for lunch at The Rio, then afternoon massages, then a celebratory early evening with Claire and Brian, then dinner with Wendy Lea and Chris Byrne — and the first week at home was over.
And here we are on Monday morning. I think I’m ready..
Thoughts In Random Patterns 