Denver to Chicago (day one)

 I feel like Hell. The cat decided she needed to eat at 5 am and I am succumbing to altitude sickness. I’ve spent the day resting in some hope that I’ll be able to recover my sensibilities. The train was delayed two hours getting in but for me that was time spent blissfully asleep, recovering. 

One hilight of the day was getting to see Jenna’s garden. It is as chaotic as it is verdant. She has so many plants at her home that she could probably start a catering company. 

In a vain attempt to claw back some sanity, I’ve asked the station agent what I would pay to upgrade to a sleeper car. For the $1000 they’re asking I’ll just suffer.