Unfortunately, Shannon got some drastically incorrect biking directions from Google Maps, and so we wandered El Cerrito in confusion for quite a while before we located our destination. Since we weren't sure exactly how far we were going as we searched the addresses, and the street (San Pablo) is a large and busy one, we ended up actually walking quite a bit, which was much slower than the intended biking.
But eventually we did find the Book Exchange, and I gave them a pile of books that no one wanted to buy from me but which I hope will be enjoyed by other folks for free. I also found one book I wanted to read (Kate Atkinson's Emotionally Weird) and one with a beautiful 1950s-ish watercolor cover I can't wait to cut up (something undoubtedly boring by Henry James).
We then hopped back on our bikes and headed off to Target to do our weekly grocery shopping, since we were in the same general vicinity. (According to Google Maps, whom I of course now have good reason to doubt, Target is about 4 miles away from the Book Exchange.) Grocery shopping ensued, with no exciting incidents. And then we biked home.
About halfway home, I just started to really flag and became utterly exhausted. I am far from the fitness level I would prefer, and this entire bike ride ended up amounting to around 15 miles, and by the time we got home I was just pooped.
I was thinking about taking myself out to lunch tomorrow, but almost everywhere seems to be closed, so instead I think I'll sit out on our deck with a good book (I'm still reading The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society when I have the time and mental energy to read anything remotely substantial.) and a big mug of ice water. No bicycles. No running around. Just ringing in the new year by chillin'.