Glamping?

For us?  Not at Becky and Brian’s anymore.  In our Portland absence, a new bed appeared.

Now we’re in their guestroom.

A long weekend

Weather delayed flights out of, and in to, Denver; going and coming Friday and Monday.  Diverted to other cities.  Late nights.  When we got back to Becky and Brian’s at 1:30 this morning, the World Cup Women’s Soccer match was on live television from New Zealand, so the night got even a little longer.  In-between, a very nice Saturday and Sunday in Portland helping Elisa and Solomon celebrate their wedding.  Andy and Christie drove down from Washington.

There was a reception party.

Never mind Christie in the background.  I think she was savoring a flavor.

Food was abundant.

And not one to be bound by convention, Elisa’s choice for a wedding cake was to have it in the form of an armadillo.

Red velvet, with structure provided by malleable white chocolate, held together by plenty of frosting.  Provided by a talented friend.

Lots of people and lots of different conversations at the party.  Plenty of time for the six of us to visit the rest of the weekend. 

Logic

There is reasoning behind my wondering about the timing of drinking water.  I don’t want to rush enjoying that morning cup of coffee so I savor it.  Sometimes I stretch that cup past noon if I have a second cup.  I want to be able to sleep through the night, without getting up, as much as possible.  That cuts off the water intake at 6pm with dinner.  The window within which to fit the daily water ration shrinks even more if we have an early dinner later in the day.

See?  It all makes sense!  Well, this late at night it does, anyway.