I'm Baaaaaaack

My return to Colorado for ten days resulted in some unexpected culture shock. In contrast to New York, Colorado has beautiful mountains, lots of space, dry air, and remarkably few people. I (and you) already knew that, of course, but stepping out of teeming steaming New York and dropping into rural Loveland reminded me just what we would be giving up if we lived in NY permanently.

I had two things to do while in CO. One was to check for bear damage. The neighbors informed me that the bear was sighted only at our house -- much to their relief. And much to *my* relief, the bear seems to have fled, leaving behind a trail of extraordinarily clean plum pits. Lots and lots of plum pits. I did sleep with the windows and doors closed, though. Later I realized how utterly silly that was.

But the true purpose of my trip to CO was to embark, with Tanya, on our third pilgrimage to the Telluride Film Festival -- an otherworldly experience in an otherworldly location.

Much to Durf's relief, my return takes him off the daily-blogging hook, or so he thinks.