Another toss and turn night. Fell asleep close to dawn, and rolled out of bed before nine. Got in a small number of revisions on my longest story in some time (nearly 7,000 words), read a few pages, then showered and headed off to Denver.
Picked up a knockout of a 19th century Italian mirror for the dining room at antique shop on Alameda. Beautiful carved wood frame. Mottled glass where the silver’s worn away. Figure to hang it over sideboard on the west wall. Should make quite a statement.
Countryside up and back was a pretty palate of browns. No snow, but that’ll come later—in spades. Temps hit sixty. Wore shorts and a jacket, milking the good weather for everything it was worth.