I went to Colorado…

Last week I flew to Colorado on a plane.

I rented a car from one of the worst customer service representatives I have witnessed in years, Steve, at the Avis counter that we got to by taking a shuttle bus driven by an entertaining and happy man.

I drove a Chevy Cobalt, 4 cylinder, silver, 4 doors, that they gave to me out of that lot and straight towards the mountains where I proceeded to become a total idiot for 6 whole days.

I forgot things I have known for years.

Reports I run every week completely slipped my mind until days after they were due.

Time, or at least the knowledge of it, evaded me for days and sleep eluded me like I forgot how it worked even though I was exhausted beyond my own comprehension.

I saw vistas that could bring tears to your eyes.  I rode chair lifts that would scare the dooders out of Paul.  I sat in gondolas with men that have more money than anyone I know personally, and I had a few beers.

I went up the hill on my butt, and I came down the hill not on my butt.

I sat in a hot tub until my legs steamed when I finally emerged.

No one had put my dog to sleep while I was gone, or crashed my car without my knowing it.

Overall I would say that the trip was a success.