Walking is good for us, really good. Plus, I like it.

I have one friend who goes on a long walk with me weekly, and a bunch of friends I walk with irregularly.  But last week, my long-walk-friend was sick.  I did have one good walk to a lunch date. But that was not enough.  So, on Friday I walked alone.

I decided to walk to the supermarket, one mile away.  I only had two things on my list, neither urgent.  (That was good because the store didn’t have either one.)

My backpack was light, i.e., empty; it was a nice late afternoon; the sun was winding up its day and the sky was turning pink.  A lovely time for a walk.  However, not for me. My feet dragged, my shoulder hurt, and I was disappointed that the market was out of Mrs. Richardson’s Hot Fudge Sauce.

Most of all, it’s not much fun for me to talk to me.

P.S. For Amigo  Gringo's video about our Pantanal trip that's been viewed 61,000 times  in four days, see https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B_rxhYCHsSE&t=3s