Wmter Waxing Cold Moon
Though I chose the Cold Moon name for this full moon, Colorado isn’t. Cold that is. Here in the Mile High City the temperature yesterday was 58. Confusing to this northern boy who had on too much clothing.
At Smashburger yesterday, I sat waiting on my hot dog. Smashburger is a new franchise, at least to me. They fry their burgers. Which seems like gilding the lily, so I went for the hot dog. They fried the bun. Anyhow, while waiting I got that on vacation feeling, an unfamiliar place in unfamiliar weather. It was a surprise because I consider these family visits just that, not vacation.
Jon thinks the Vikes are gonna get clobbered. I can see why he thinks that, but I prefer to see the 8-0 at home record and the last six quarters of their play. The Saints picked up where they were just before they lost three in a row. I don’t see why we can’t.
My second breakfast here at the Marriot. Seems hotels have gone the way of the airline industry. No more free breakfast. Now it’s buffet with a price tag. Still, I’m a captive audience since I want to come back up to the room and write. This morning I dined near Miss Rodeo Utah. A blond-haired beauty with teal colored cowboy boots and real tight jeans. And, you guessed it, a big belt buckle.