I’m currently in Denver, Colorado after flying out of El Paso this afternoon, by way of Phoenix. I was supposed to arrive in Denver by 12:30PM this afternoon but instead my flight came in right before 6PM…dreadfully late.

My alarm never went off.

This never happens to me. In fact, I’ve never once been late to the airport. EVER! I generally toss and turn before travel and wake up way before my alarm ever goes off.

Not today.

Last night, I set my alarm for, what I thought was 3:30AM. I was scheduled to pick up folks by 4:30AM. Neither happened. Instead, I couldn’t fall asleep until after 2AM, my alarm was accidentally set for 15:30 (3:30 PM military time) and the folks I was supposed to pick up, showed up to my house instead…in a frantic state.  They couldn’t reach me. My phone was in silence. After numerous missed calls and texts, they all thought I was dead.

Fortunately, I was not.

Why am I sharing all of this with you today? Because I’m tired and owe you an explanation. My mom taught me well.

I will resume tomorrow.