Three day weekends are great, aren't they? Friday afternoon, I could have turned cartwheels. I used to be able to do that. I think I would crush my elbows and break my brain if I tried it now, so I just thought about it. All weekend long, I felt like I should go somewhere and do something. I didn't. And I felt OK about that too. Friday I laid in supplies--I baked, people. It was a mix, but still. I did not clean my house. I did not improve my yard. I thought about doing both of those things too. Instead, I wrote 50 pages and a short little newsletter thing. And I watched movies.