Back in Colorado! I went for a walk early this morning - Sarah was up late last night working on her final essay of the year (whoot!) while I went to bed early to eliminate the last traces of jetlag. As a result, I was wide awake at 7.30 am, and decided to go for a bit of an explore.

I took possibly the least interesting route towards the city centre, heading up big, wide, tawdry Broadway, past the banks of Cherry Creek where a trampette serenaded my with "Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band", and stopped at the intersection with 11th Avenue where the massive snowfalls of mid March had caused two buildings to collapse. In Java Moon I had *the* best chocalate chip muffin of my life - South Denverites, go and eat one yourselves.

I walked back along Cherry Creek itself, avoiding the cyclists, rollerbladers and extremely occasional pedestrians. It's not the most picturesque river, but being next to water is always claming and stimulates my mind in nostalgic, pensive ways.

So we're supposed to be going to a softball picnic today. It's raining. Will we end up in a bar? Or will it just fizzle out limply? My guess is the latter. I hope not, though.