We are leaving Colorado tomorrow AM. One of the last night tasks is of course laundry. No big deal usually. The washer here is a front loader with a small door, which, combined with my own modest interest in checking the tub, could have had dramatic repercussions and clearly dispelled the myth that in heaven we each have a drawer of identical socks.

Sooth: it was because I was left with TWO MISMATCHING SOCKS I went back to said washing machine and found their mates. Had I all matching socks, the pair would have been left behind.

We biked to a friends house on all dirt roads. 3.3 miles one way and only 1 passing vehicle. Luckily the headwind was only in one direction. Unluckily it was the uphill one. It is luxurious to have such minimally travelled streets.