It's always nice to get home. When we unpacked, we had some surprises. I guess we forgot our phone chargers (no big deal), and my exercise watch that syncs up to my chest strap to monitor heart rate (big deal), and Kent's chest strap for his Garmin unit that measures a lot more than mine (another big deal). Those will be expensive to replace I suppose. I think they were in the folds of the bedspread and just got overlooked. We have the hotel staff looking into it, but you know how that goes. We will probably never hear from them.

Other than that hick up, it was really a nice trip. It was the first trip since my bypass operation, and marked another milestone in my recovery; independence. On the last day, I took a taxi to the Lincoln Memorial, walked from there to the Vietnam Memorial, walked to the World War II memorial that I had not seen before in it's finished form, and from there to the Holocaust Museum, and on to the Jefferson Memorial. In all, I'd say 5-6 miles of walking! That's a lot for me.

That night we went to dinner and on the way back decided to walk back to the hotel, which was only five blocks. But after two blocks, I had to stop every block, grab hold of something, and just catch my breath and slow things down a bit. I had exhausted all my allotted energy for the day. I'm glad I don't do that too often.

And now, I face a mountain of work at my job, right after my cardiac rehab class this morning. I have nine more sessions to go and I officially graduate. After that, I'm declared rehabilitated, aside from having to see the cardiologist ever so often, but I can live with that. And of course, exercise every day.

I'm off to my class. Have a nice day!