Today begins a six-day weekend. I had originally planned on going to Georgia with a couple of friends, but that did not work out, so we opted for a 3-mile hike around Lake Talquin instead. Seriously out of shape, my legs are stiff already. John got lost on the trail I thought he was familiar with, so we spent the last mile slogging down the highway looking for the park entrance. Spent the rest of the day preparing for tomorrow's dinner, a non-traditional meal of tuna steaks. Should be a good time if the babies are in a good mood.