Maybe it was the walking.
Yesterday, we met
eleanor for dim sum, then walked back to her apartment and basically hung out. We went around the block with her exuberant puppy (40 pounds of exuberant puppy, an animal with a varied and active social life), and took the shuttle bus to the Amish Market (so I now have scallions to put in tonight's lamb patties, and duck sausage to do something with later), and then went back, and Greg cooked dinner, which we ate, and then we came home and fell into bed.
And I am tired, and my muscles are still stiff. Not gyming today, probably doing almost nothing. (Andy is also tired, but is talking of comic books and other shopping.)
Can I blame it on Wiscon, still?
Yesterday, we met
And I am tired, and my muscles are still stiff. Not gyming today, probably doing almost nothing. (Andy is also tired, but is talking of comic books and other shopping.)
Can I blame it on Wiscon, still?
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Me tired, also stiff, too...
Snooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooze...
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