Scary movies and too much imperial stout till like 3am last night. It was a perfect evening of rest and contentment after that last long stretch of restlessness and solitude out in the mountains. Despite my introversion it's still occasionally nice to have some company, and if I keep the shades drawn here it's almost like I'm not even in a city at all. The less I have to look at Denver the better.
I took immense pleasure in sleeping in this morning and not going to church. I wonder if you tallied up all the hours I spent sitting in pews as a child and young adult, how many total days of my life would that come out to? I probably shouldn't even think about that. I'm just grateful I got myself out of that cult and moved on with life unlike some people I grew up with who still think an ancient Mesopotamian deity pulled the universe out of its ass six thousand years ago and I'm going to burn in a literal lake of fire forever when I die.
For fuck's sake where was I. Oh yeah, one more lazy day here in the arms of someone who cares and I am back on the road again. In little more than a week I will be wishing the Arkansas River Valley farewell for quite a while and aiming my car at New Mexico and hitting the gas. What will come of this next adventure is anyone's guess. I can't wait to find it out.