knowing when to shut up

I am in my coffeeshop, my second home, wearing my slippers because my boots are covered in mud. I spent the afternoon hiking through one of Portland's wonderful, fern-filled, soaking wet, mossy, muddy forested parks with SK. A full, great day and I'm sitting here at 5 needing to study, spent, exhausted, sore, etc. I feel weak from more than just the hike. I also feel quite sick of my own stream of thoughts and words. To that end, I'm shutting up for a bit. More when my brain settles a little.