Irritated at the get go this morning. Not doing my Star Wars race... Not getting all those fabulous INKnBURN sales... Jim wants to go to Sam's Club BEFORE a run... but it's open to the general public, now. I'm trying to get around selfish Americans blocking the aisles & salesmen that scoff that I "don't want to save money" switching to Direct TV... I'm losing my caffeine kick as the hours go by... I decided to dress in my running gear TO Sam's Club to save time. I wear my Boba Fett running shirt & celebrate Star Wars running in my own corner of the U.S. -Two young boys come out of the bathroom, stop... look at my shirt... look at me... I didn't get it. Then it dawned on me that they probably recognized "Boba Fett". I smiled. They looked at me & ran away. I laughed & told Jim. We're a bit of a clutzy pair as we're trying to navigate two flatbeds of supplies & groceries through the store, through checkout, through the parking lot. We get home, unload & Jim wants to run 5. I'm "sure" he will slow me down... but if I go solo, it may cause hurt feelings. I'm irritated but "trying". I have LUCY. We agree to a route that will take us over 5. We hang together. He doesn't "slow me down" but we have a slow, good, conversational pace. We pass couples; we pass people with dogs. We comment on the ice & depth of snow. Slowly, I admire his pace & his putting up with me. I've told him about the Star Wars race, the missed sales & the fellow runners we see on the route. Eventually... my mood finally melts & I'm proud of his efforts. I know I was a moody jerk & I apologize. He tells me what he was moody about, too. We come home with a soggy-moosey dog, clean up & then we eat! I sit to watch a movie & he offers to go back to the store to get the final items we couldn't buy in bulk at Sam's. I offer to come with him but he tells me no. (I suspect he wants a breather.) On my list is Gatorade prefuel/Prime. When he calls home to see if he's getting the right stuff... I realize how wonderful he is. I realize we're not perfect... but we're pretty darn formidable.