Yes it is the little things. At least it is for me.
Yesterday, it was so nice to have a day where there was just wind and sun. I wanted to go for a walk. Feeling a bit of cabin fever was an understatement. Yet I didn't want to deal with driving either.
The hubby and I walked to the museum. It is no small hike. At times, I look at him and feel slightly envious. He's tall and relatively slender. He makes any trek anywhere look like a cake walk. At times he probably slowed his stride so I could catch up.
I didn't know the museum was open on Sunday. If I had known, the walk would have started earlier. I like all parts of the museum but Fine Arts has always been my weakness. We didn't quite finish observing everything before we got ushered out.
(1) I have to get back into walking shape.
(2) There's always next Sunday.