Waking up in Denver

When I left Atlanta, the highs were expected to be almost 90. I got on the plane with a cold so bad I'm surprised they let me fly. Once in Denver we oriented ourselves, got some lunch (and beers), then headed back to the condo to rest. Me, I'm sneezing and blowing my nose during the night and waking up at odd hours. I kept the shade partially up on my bedroom window so I could see the city and the mountains. I woke up at 3:40 and noticed I couldn't see the mountains or the outlying areas of the city. I thought, "that's strange, a fog rolls into Denver during the night kind of like San Francisco."



I continued to wake up periodically during the night and thought boy that fog sure is getting thick. Of course, it wasn't fog but snow. I'm in my Southern mind set of for the month of April and it doesn't snow. That's rational for thinking fog over snow. At 6:40, I went into G's bedroom and told her about the snow. "Crap I wanted to walk to the capital building today. I'm going back to bed,” she said.



I decide to file my first blog about the AWP conference and my impressions of Denver. First impression, it snows here in April despite what the online weather for Denver said while I was in Atlanta. In fairness, it probably did say snow but in my Southern month of April worldview, I took that to mean partially cloudy and 47 degrees. Notice like a good guest I'm not blaming Denver for the fact that I don't have a proper scarf in my suitcase. Well, I'm going to make some coffee and continue to push fluids and vitamins to rid myself of the plague. Thank you Denver for the bit a whirling white that will make coffee a bit sweeter.