Two-Day Respite

I love to hate weekends.

Two days of rest. Just enough to fuck with your circadian rythym. And yet, if we only had one more day then maybe things would get done.

But the rest, the respite in what is the middle of my publishing cycle, is always welcome. It's often used to recharge your batteries. To relax.

I'm sure I've said this before, but I tend to overcommit myself on the weekends. I plan on doing things at a break-neck pace, but the truth is, I like to take my time.

Long story short, I didn't end up re-caulking the shower. I did, however, almost finish something I've been working on for a month:



After several glasses of wine, I finally have a garden border!



(Just kidding, Mom! I didn't drink all of that. Only, like, half?)



No, seriously, my sister and Dave were both a HUGE help. Lots of Pellegrino bottles in there, too. And Ommegang beer.

We often wonder what the "Reuse" part of "Reduce, Reuse, Recycle" looks like. Here you go.







Also, the chicken coop is still cute.




And so are the chickens...



And Hornsby, too.

Here's to weekends...