I’ll Tell You What…

The seats on a Super 80 just aren’t as comfortable as they used to be. My left leg feel asleep a number of times on both legs of my flight and because of that I only got about an hour’s worth of sleep. Oh well. At least I made in one piece, thank you, Lord.

The Denver airport is at least 45 miles away from Boulder and it seemed like much more since I wasn’t sure where I was going. To make things a little more anxious, I’d forgotten to bring my map that had the route to the hotel. But, again, the Lord was guiding me it seemed. Once I found myself just coming into Boulder I started thinking that I should take this exit or that exit. But the over-riding thought was to just stay on my present course. The interstate I was on turned into the main thoroughfare (28th Street) which made me to really start second guessing my earlier decisions. But I stayed on 28th and just about the time I was about to turn I found the street I need, Valmont. I found it hard to say it was all just luck so I quit trying.

After I found the hotel and checked in I went to the Olive Garden for some lunch. I think I left there around 2 PM MST and went straight to bed. After a good seven hours of sleep, I got up took my nighttime medicine and went back to bed. Nothing eventful happened that day.