I'm extremely tired, and it's only 9 pm. I excused myself to let my husband and his sister have some chat time alone. I took a shower and am in my pajamas in bed.

Today we did some little touring of a town not too far from where we live. I believe we walked at least 10 to 12 kilometers (6 to 7.5 miles), and before that we did gardening for a good 45 minutes. I feel sore. I know it was too much for my husband. When he was in the bathroom at a particular place, my s-i-l commented on how out of shape he is. I'm out of shape, too, but not as blatantly so as my husband. Unlike him, I have the ability to just keep going and going even though it's uncomfortable. I even mentioned that to my s-i-l. I described it as blocking out any dread about distance (or the enormity of long treks) and just keep going and going, almost like a robot. That's not to say I didn't enjoy the walking trip. I did.