Flew out to Denver for a team meeting in Broomfield this week. Was nice to see everyone again. We seemed to get a lot of planning done, and there was much team bonding via imbibing in the evenings.
Travel home yesterday sucked, though. I changed my return flight from an afternoon to a morning flight, which was canceled. The whole point of leaving earlier was that I wanted to get home before midnight, and the new itinerary would have had me home at 22:30. D’oh. I put on my best “poor me” routine and managed to get standby on a flight to Boston (without having to pay the difference in fare), and then took the train home.
Got home early enough to do bedtime for L, so it worked out as well as it could have, I guess.