Day 241--Tired. So Tired.

After not having socialized a whole lot for the past year, we've suddenly had a lot of activity these past couple of weeks, and it's really been a lot of fun. Friends Cathy, Kip, and little Sarah were in town and we were able to get together a few times, which, among other things, gave Torger a chance to show Sarah how to explode caps on the sidewalk by hitting them with a rock. My high-school pal Eric came through Fort Collins long enough to have an early breakfast two Saturdays ago, then our 14-year-old niece Claire visited for almost two weeks. (She stayed with Mom and Rich, but we claimed as much of her time as we could wrangle...we'd keep her all summer if we could! She's such a great girl and so easy to have around. Listening to her and Torger wisecrack through a cheesey horror movie last night was really entertaining.) But after all this activity (not to mention a fairly hectic time at work), we're both beat. I just need a nap, but Torger still doesn't have a lot of stamina, so he can't go and go the way he always has in the past. We talked about this with his dad, Jon, the other night, and Jon made a good point: After an illness of this magnitude, Torger might not bounce back physically to his actual age of 53, even as he gets well. The illness takes a toll, so he might feel physically about five years older than he is. That makes sense to both of us. On the other hand, Torger's always been youthful for his age, so maybe he's actually just now feeling exactly the way a 53 year old normally would. Either way, he's kinda pooped, so we're going to take it easy and try to have a quiet week or two.