Firey Re -entry

Today I am lost.
I could say that I just woke from a coma and nothing has changed, or that I just blinked my eyes for a very long time. But I know thats not true. My house is the same, although there are new smells and new rules for where the chips go. Denver FEELS the same...yet it's not. The supermarket has again rearranged everything in my absence, there is a blemished swath of recently leveled earth across the the street from the middle eastern restaurant. I knew people who lived in those apartments once. Now they are gone. Usually I know whats going in when they tear something down, but today I have no clue.
I have to admit 3 months is not a terribly long time, it is just long enough though for some things to evolve and some things to fade.
There are small differences and peculiar things I noticed. 3 times today when I was changing on my way to the post office I turned the windshield wipers on. Olds habits die hard. Newer habits seem
I found myself going down the left hand side of the car park and it took the toot of an Escalade to make me realize my error. Its scary...you can actually see the rage in some peoples eyes, the veiny death-grip of their hands on the steering wheel. Being "pissed off in the car" seems so commonplace on the road now, I had to take the side streets home.
Everybody is on their cell phone, all the time. In the car, on the street in the line at the grocery store. Even when we choose to get away, to go for a walk...we are on our phones.
The guy on the corner waving a laminated sign for the local Indian restaurant had me mutter in muffled amusement. I had truly forgotten about this line of employment.
I have already had 2 nosebleed and my lips are chapped. Now I know that altitude and dryness that everyone talks about. I'm no longer accustom to it, but rather exposed to it.
I have to get away. I know i just came from away, but being dropped back into it all is too much right now. I'll be in Steamboat if you need me.