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The first week in Denver has gone really well. Andy seems happy playing poker and running around his old stomping grounds, while I have started filling up my social calendar with all kinds of shenanigins from the internets.

We got a storage space yesterday and liberated our possessions from our Boulder friends that have kindly and graciously stored for far too long. We have less stuff that is much more organized than we thought. A great bonus for people who like to travel light. I think I can probably get that stack down one more box by weeding out some books and scanning the photo albums. Although to be fair, we do have at least one more box and a guitar in San Diego and two boxes of clothes at the luxury weekly hotel that we are now calling home.

Tonight, potluck and a movie with the godless.