Airport blogging

I'm in the Denver airport, drinking a beer, waiting for my cheeseburger to come. I have no idea what I was thinking when I made my flight arrangements for this trip. I've gone about 800 miles, and 2 hours (or 5.5 if you include the 3.5 hour layover I have here in Denver) out of my way. No, Denver is not on the way from Toronto to my home. Hardly.

I should be grading the stack of papers I brought with me, but where's the fun in that? Usually, planes and aiports are places where I can get a lot of work done. I don't seem to be so lucky today. I just want to get home to my bed, my cat, my sunporch, the park, the church. I believe in my old age I've become a homebody.

It was good to see PPB. We had the evening off yesterday, so we ventured out and found honest-to-goodness Chinese food. Then we sat in the hotel lobby and talked about everything under the sun while we repressed our maternal instincts to jump up and cover all of the very young girls who paraded through in toilet paper evening dresses. It was great to visit with PPB on an occasion when I was actually coherent and capable of normal adult conversation. The first time I met her was this time last year, not exactly my finest hour. She looks fabulous. No fashion crises during her time in Toronto to my knowledge.

I'll have a day at home tomorrow, and then I return to the office, where I will try to regroup and refocus after the events of the past few weeks. An announcement about the results of the job search will be made this week. I found out the final result while I was in Toronto. As soon as it is officially announced, I will post some thoughts here. If I start now, how far away do you think I can get before it's announced? I'm already in Denver. Maybe I could just stay.

Happy Saturday from the Mile High City. It's amazing to think in the past month I've seen Yosemite, the Pacific Ocean, Lake Ontario, and the Rocky Mountains. That's some big nature, folks!