The next morning I got in a short run on one of my usual routes. Then Mikey and had lunch with my friend Lauren, whom I hadn't seen in eight years — Can you believe she moved to Boulder right after we moved to Washington?! — before stocking up on yummy gluten-free and vegan baked goods.
It was a beautiful day with highs in the 60s. We drove around with the windows down. But the forecast for the next morning called for a temperature drop and snow during the morning commute hours. So we set the alarm for for 4 a.m. (which is 3 a.m. our time!) and headed for Kansas early. Interstate 70 was slick in eastern Colorado and western Kansas, and Mikey exited as little as possible for gas because that's where most of the wrecks were.