It's a Good Tired

    Eight miles today...eight yesterday...I get so I can't remember even where we stayed two nights ago or what day of the week it is. You may not believe this but to just walk, eat, wash clothes, sleep...repeat...repeat...takes you places emotionally and physically you haven't been before. 

     I don't know if it's the bonk on the head or the physical labor, but every afternoon when we arrive at our destination for the day, my eyes suddenly feel so heavy I can hardly keep them open. But it's a good tired. 

     My face is healing nicely and my new grandma thuh thuh thuh sandals are allowing my mincemeat little toes to finally heal. Life is good. 

     I'm sure missing all my peeps at home.