The Airport

Well here I sit again, in DIA, with more time on my hands to kill than I know what to do with. It seems no matter how much later I wait to leave and head to the airport the quicker I get through check-in and security. Today I tried to make a later departure from the apt, but when I got here there was no one in line, I mean no one. I was in security not doing the usual hurry up and get dressed again and grab your stuff before you get run over by the next person coming through, but was taking my time. No rush, no one in front of me or behind me breathing down my neck. So, now I sit with another hour till I board, and I am bored.