"It is not the voice that commands the story; it is the ear" - Italo Calvino

 My wife had to rush to  work, so she gave me the last piece of her bagel ... four bites, max.

 Breakfast. Because I was weak.

 Lunch - I made a couple sandwiches for my wife and I. They were sauteed onions and peppers with scrambled eggs and cheese.  (I also had a poppy-seed muffin and a ham egg and cheese croissant that my wife brought home from work) 

 I mean, you can't beat cranberry juice on an airplane. 

 I found a Mediterranean Food place in Colorado Springs

 I couldn't pass on the baklava. It was incredible.

Some Chamomile to calm the nerves as I read Moby Dick in the hotel room