Just pooped today. I walked about 5 miles total yesterday, stood on my feet in the ridiculous cold for four hours in one spot, was pushed along and pulled and bobbed like a buoy in a sea of aimlessly wandering souls in subway stations, at Union Station, and on various jammed avenues (and was jostled by D.L. Hugley--and saw Garrison Keillor).
Even though I slept deeply and well I was exhausted at wake-up this am, and have not recovered. I've been exhausted since September, with no relief in sight!
The kids liked my videos from the Mall, but complained that I didn't actually film Obama. "He was a half-mile from me," I explained to no avail. Then they asked me if the Mall had an American Eagle.