A flight to Denver. I thought of it last week; checked with my brother to see if the dates worked for him to have me visit (and occupy his home while he and Sara work); asked Erik if he’d join me.
He was noncommittal. (“Depends on work.”)
So the Denver trip fluttered about and away. An idea. Would it come back?
Tonight, it did! As a Google Assistant notification: “Ok Google, when is my next flight?”
October 4-7, I believe. Time to go book my flight!