It was not a good day to get high. On a Wednesday afternoon, in a flurry of half-assed planning and with a pile of work accumulating on my desk back at the office like snow in a blizzard, I was on my way up to Central City for our All Bets Are Off
feature this week, the writing of which was just more work on the pile. If I had any reassurance, it was that once I got there, I could work in the hotel room we'd reserved. All the same, I had an uneasy feeling that little work was about to get done.