When Gabriel heard that I can travel in January after all he wrote So wait, does this mean you can do New Year’s in Colorado?!
It would actually be lovely to run away to the mountain house and spend time with the artists, even if I refuse to join their yearly ritual of jumping naked into banks of snow. Though the last time I went (could it be five years ago – perhaps six?) stands out in memory as the worst winter of my entire adult life. The manuscript had been stolen, my tailbone was freshly and brutally broken, and one of my most beloved friendships had ended. I was sad.
But I replied that if I were going I’d be there already: both boys are currently trapped in Denver by a vicious storm.
My son is pleased to go sledding and says Wait until my friends hear about this!
I do not share his joy. With both Denver and Heathrow closed or impossible there is a good chance that he will not make it here before Santa.