I walked her to the farmers market yesterday and then all the way home.  It’s not really even that far (maybe 5-6 miles, which for a New Yorker is a normal day), but she’s not used to that sort of thing.  She’s so wiped it’s almost as if she’s hungover.  She’s sleeping next to me on the bed as I type this, has been sleeping all day.  I feel like I did good:)