Just a quick note to say that I’ve made it to Colorado with one husband, two pairs of red shoes, three cats, four hundred fantasy novels, five dozen skeins of yarn, six wilted houseplants, an eighty-year-old violin, and a few large bottles of porter.

I have my priorities.

Speaking of porter, almost as soon as we arrived in town, we made a trek to the Mountain Sun to enjoy their much-beloved Java Porter. To misquote Casablanca, this porter takes the sting out of being preoccupied. In our case, we’re preoccupied with unpacking, making progress on my novel, and getting the house ready to adopt our long-awaited puppy.