I did a lot of things this weekend. I mowed the lawn. Applied weed and feed. Babysat. Grocery shopped. Did laundry. Cooked and cleaned. Rearranged the furniture. Put a bunch of photos up on the wall. Ran 6.2 miles today, and 4 yesterday. What I didn’t do was write.
And somehow or another, that seems to be the thing that stands out about the weekend. Sigh. You’d think that would teach me.