The cost of the three day weekend – the monday-on-tuesday, where everything we put off last week because of the weekend is now urgent and behind schedule.

I’d like to say I spent my weekend writing. I’d like that to be true. Instead I spent saturday doing not a fucking thing, just recovering from a long week. I meant to go out and see a band but never made it out. Sunday, I decided to do a few things to get my backyard ready for a BBQ and then wound up deciding to undertake a major landscaping project, emptying out a very large number of planters and containers for re-planting. I wound the day up sweaty, grubby, making several trips to the local garden center for plants and dirt.

I later rewarded myself with some very good margaritas.

Sunday I put on a BBQ, for about three times as many people as I expected. Which was fine, because there was beer, and other consumable substances which enhanced my mood. And by pure luck, my BBQ was broken (ok, I knew it was broken, the luck was in having the parts out of stock everywhere in town), which means that instead of cooking, we ordered.

…and a good time was had by most.

I have a lot of snippets of things to write about, but no time today. The scripts I thought I fixed last week are broken again, the docs I meant to work on over the weekend, I ignored, and I now have a web-slave intern to train.

I need a vacation. It’s been almost a year since my last trip, to Fiji, and I am slowly going out of my mind.

[made with ecto]