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Posting from my lifedrive at a coffee shop in Boulder. Its 6:30 am. Paul is sleeping ath the Briar Rose B&B.

I left for my 13th Anniversary trip without my sweetie yesterday. We had requested the time off, waited a couple of day and then booked the trip. A couple of hours after that, Paul got the word he had to be in court on the 5th. Our flight was at 9 There is a game in the courts to try to get the other side to delay or gain a technicality. No one thought he would have to testify but no one would release him either.

Paul got on a 2:30 flight. I drove out to DIA to get him. I saw Paul come up the escalators talking intenty to someone. Second glance a tibetan nun. How did he finda nun. Third glance it was Pema Chodron. A week ago we had talked about how it was likelywewould never meet her since she is leaving Gampo Abby and retiring. We helped Pema gather her bags and took them them to her car. She is going on a year long retreat.

Paul had been contemplating the fate. He felt fated to be on that flight and had been wondering if one of our flights was going to be fatal. (He claims this was playful.) It was a treat to meet Pema. I don’t think anything could have made him happier about the delay.  As a side note, we were parked in 4c (four-see) and our B&B is right across the street from Naropa.

We are planning on spending the morning in Boulder and then heading up to Estes Park. I’ve always wanted to stay at the Haunted Stanley Hotel. redrum…redrum…redum….