Log 2 from Denver

Drunk!

Log 1 from Denver

I've missed the fine movement of travel. The little things like getting to my gate on time, sitting in tight cramped seats and seeing new landscapes unfold before my eyes always seem to aspire gusto in me.

My nose has cleared up quite a bit; the mountain air and the vitamin c I get where I can is helping. In contrast to getting well this Autumn bear is fantastic.

I reckon we should backtrack. I feel like I should go detail by detail the day but it's all one large beautiful blur. I enjoyed a ride to Kansas City and the airport from my lady. In simplest words this has made me quite happy. It's work, it's damn good work and this relationship is absolutely worth every ounce of work, discussion and time.

The trip is young still: tomorrow Wayne and I are going to head up to Boulder and just enjoy the town and Saturday we'll hopefully hit up Estes. There is much work to be done before I get home and when I get home but all in all I'm quite relaxed. I'm not sure how well I'll sleep but yeah, things are good.

Cheers.

Life in most aspects is tinged with excitement and a general feeling of happiness in my heart. The kind of earnest happiness that makes me nervous and giddy. The kind of happiness that must be earned, and as such my anxiety which I felt I had conquered once again rises to the surface to make fear that I will lose this. That I will screw up as I always do. It's a devil, that anxiety. It won't win.

But I'm smarter than I once was, I'm stronger. I'm better as a whole and as someone who interacts in the world.

In other areas of my life (not involving pretty, earthy, blondes) I feel like the ground is shaking beneath me and I cannot get a grip on ledge or descending plate, that perhaps Max is going to be swallowed up by the earthquake and I will fall forever and ever and ever. Just a long few months perhaps.

I'm still smiling though.

Cheers.