January 13, 2008
A week ago Saturday, Mr. Karen and I flew off to Montana. My typical pre-trip anxiety disappeared as the plane lifted above the clouds, and I looked forward to a week of skiing at Big Sky. Too bad getting home turned out to be approximately seven thousand times more frustrating and time-consuming than we’d planned. Last night found me not at home but at a Red Roof Inn in Denver, blowdrying my underwear. Travel is so glamorous sometimes. Now I am finally home, but a proper trip report will have to wait until tomorrow at least because right now my brain is tired.