I did walk to the airport yesterday, in the afternoon, but my flight was so delayed that I ended up rebooking it for this morning, at 6 a.m., because I wouldn’t have made my connecting flight in Denver had I kept the original itinerary, but instead would’ve had to catch a later one, and I didn’t feel like doing that, even though I probably could have, and so I talked to the woman at the counter, near the gate, and was able to change my ticket, at which point I made my way out through the terminal, and left the airport, and walked home again and slept one more night in A.s and my house out in Cheyenne, though now I am back in New York, writing this entry from the table in the apartment, because travel this morning and afternoon occurred without any difficulties or hiccups, and I arrived here without incident.