Yesterday was our first day in San Francisco and I just woke up and can barely move. Yesterday, my mother/ boss/ got me up at 7 am to climb the hills of the city for an hour before we spent the entire day walking around the show. I thought my feet hurt after that, but then I was informed that I had to earn my dinner by walking the 2 hilly miles there. After eating a lovely meal I was ready to go into a food coma and climb into my bed, but was quickly reminded that, “in honor of Renee” there would be no taxi on the way home and that I must walk the 2 miles back. As I said, I can barely move this morning.