And for my final trick....

I will blog from my uber-phone from a bathroom stall at Denver International Airport! Too cool, right. I'll spare any details. Just over an hour to go until our flight to Ottowa, I hadn't any butterflies in my stomach until we were dropping off the rental car. No car. No set address as of yet, just hanging out in an airport with the Sword of Damacles nearing with each assing moment. Fate you are a cruel and erudite little thing that weathers the nerves of the steeliest of travelers. I love to wax poetic on the john. Goodbye 3G cellphone service, you have served me well.