We're back from the Cheyenne Canon Inn, which was quite wonderful. Our Lookout Room (where people watched, with views all the way down the canyon, to see if the police were coming to bust the bordello/speakeasy/casino) was a pretty little sitting room with electric fireplace...and a smaller room ten steps up, with windows all around, just big enough for a king-sized bed. We woke with sunlight pouring in all around, and views of forest and mountains. (Ok, and a house or two, as well.) Lovely.
The Inn's website talks about its being haunted, including a miner and "swooshy lights" in the Lookout, but we didn't notice a thing. Darn.
I got to deal with some heartache from a fellow professional over the weekend...and had trouble sleeping last night. That's why this post does me so much good this bright, sunny Inauguration morning. Let it ease your mind, too:
http://www.domesticcents.com/funny/things-i-say-to-kids-but-never-adults/
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