My boys in Denver
What you might ask are we doing in Denver when we are heading to Dublin. No, we didn’t get our “d” destinations mixed up. We were lucky enough to be able to use mileage for our tickets for this trip but unlucky enough to have to fly through Denver. That wouldn’t be so bad but for the fact that the connection involves an almost eight hour layover. I can’t even remember the last time we had that kind of a connection. Oh, well, time passes.
They say time flies when you are having fun; I’ve found that, as I get older, time flies whether you are having fun or not. However, for the last few days time has been, well, taking its own sweet time to pass.
I had a dental emergency just days before our departure; in fact, the night before we headed up to Seattle saw me in the dentist’s chair for an emergency procedure to remove nerves from a cracked tooth. I am so happy my dentist was willing to see me on Saturday night but I am now having a sort of grinding pain from the procedure itself. I know this will go away but in the meantime I am popping Advil and Tylenol and Tylenol with codeine like candy. Sometimes it even seems to help.
The doc told me to stick with soft foods for a while. I’m thinking Irish oatmeal and Guinness.
More later when there is something worth reporting.