JD and I both feel old tonight. Our backs hurt, we're tired. What the heck? It's Friday night! I didn't even want to go next door to hang out with Shirley. Now that's tired.
I came home and started fooling with my pack. I took five pounds of food out. Now I have about 7 - enough to get me to White House Landing with a stop at Abol Bridge for snacks, and some freeze dried meats for the second half of the trip, because meat is heavy.
I ran out of gumption before I got it repacked. I finally decided on a fleece shirt (vs the slightly lighter down jacket) because if I need warmth while hiking, the down jacket won't do. I'll sweat through it. So, fleece it is. I went upstairs to weigh various fleece shirts, and once again decided on my old, utilitarian grey and black one. The same one I always take. Sooner or later the poor thing will wear out, and then where will I be?
So I guess I'll be running around in the morning getting packed again, because I intend to lug the load around Greenbelt Park. I'm not feeling particularly enthused, at the moment. Perhaps after a good night's sleep.
I will say, though, that we had a really excellent dinner. Turkey bacon, a rustic country bread, leaf lettuce and insanely good tomatoes from the farmer's market. I put a little greek yogurt on mine in place of mayo, of which I am not a fan. The whole thing was so juicy that I needed a catch plate. I'm pretty sure it's the best BLT I've had in my life. I'm pretty sure we have all the makings to do it again tomorrow, too. :)
I guess if I were a really good Harry Potter fan I would be at a theatre right now, but I'm not that good of a fan. I'll try to gather up some girlfriends next weekend, when it's maybe less crowded. For now I'm going to curl up in the living room with a cat and some True Blood.
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