Ok, I gotta say maybe I did a little too much walking yesterday. A bit sore and a tad more bruised. Ok, it actually feels like a horse kicked me in the groin. Monica has been gracious to not
say much, but just gives me that “you never listen to me so I don’t feel sorry for you” look.
We strolled around Fremont Street, did a little gambling. Why do I bother, really?