I drank a lot of coffee today. I wanted the indulgence and I wanted to feel awake, alive.

The house was quiet all day. I went to my appointment and I worked. I also rested a lot.

In the evening, Chris and I drove down to Denver and met Mike and Kristyn at Zepplin Station for dinner, which I actually wouldn’t recommend—this is unusual for me, normally I share positive reviews and stay quiet about the rest, but my food was ice cold when I picked it up from the counter and at the bar, we waited for 20 minutes to order and never did get a drink, despite making eye contact with the bartender several times. But then we found a table outside and we laughed about times we almost got arrested as kids and the sunset over the city was the most incredible tangerine and magenta.

The main event was Death Cab for Cutie at Mission Ballroom. My first time there, though not my first DC show. They played Transatlanticism front to back, had a brief intermission, and then Postal Service appeared to play the entire Give Up album. It was as wonderful as it sounds.