I Don’t Know Where I Am
That’s not true. At the moment I’m in a Starbucks in Denver, Colorado, but the other night we stayed in Wyoming in some town with the word “Rock” in it and for the life of me I cannot remember the name of that town. It doesn’t really matter since we were only there long enough to eat at an Applebee’s and sleep for eight hours, but still, it’s a little disheartening that I don’t even know where I am for large chunks of a day.
I guess this is just the beginning of that. At least I know what day it is. But wait…what day is it? I know it’s Wednesday but I’m not sure if its the 16th or 17th. Well, I guess we’ll never know. Time and space are irrelevant as long as I’m having fun and there is a WiFi connection. Check and check.
We’re in Denver until Friday (no idea what date that is), and then we’re in Ankeny, Iowa for two weeks. We’ll be wedding planning and working, I’m sure.
Rock Springs…
Oh and Friday is the 19th.
when i drive through wyoming, i wonder why someone hasn’t invented autopilot for cars yet. that would be great.