Sometimes while journeying the road may feel long. Even if it is a road you have traveled before. The trip slogs along with an urgency that leaves a person rattled. There is anxiety that shake the boots of the wanderer, making them wish to turn back and do what is pleasurable, but not what is right. This thought is reminiscent of a hero’s tale from mythology. However this is merely the feeling of doing something you do not wish to do. That thing which causes you anxiety and stress. Time slows down, just to make it all the less bearable.

I am working on sucking up my pride for this weekend, but I feel quite rushed to return over 1,000 miles. The journey is difficult seeing as I must return to Cedar Rapids and spin back around to Des Moines all by Saturday morning. So I am returning to Denver today, in order to hopefully get a little enjoyment in before returning Friday. I did not sleep the best last night. I fear I may not sleep well tonight.

I did receive the pleasure of dinner with my folks, Auntie Kathy, Papa, and some cousins. It was a very enjoyable meal, made all the more interesting when after supper Papa pulled out old (really old) photo albums and started showing us pictures from when he was a kid. Some of the photos were of multiple generations back.

I fear the next few days will not go as planned, and hopefully I am not making my own fortune. I have several visits on the Calendar tomorrow and it will be a fast paced day with much more traveling coming up, though I have not honestly thought past this drill weekend. I will probably just return to CO to finish my visit.

Signing Off Denver, CO