Wow, where did my 65 degree, sunny days go?  What a bummer.  Guess it’s inevitable, if a bit disappointing.  I don’t like the harsh weather swings though.  Need to ease into these things a little.

I am left, once again, with precious little to report on the entertainment front.  Friday I spent my evening on the patio at the Brooksider, if only to sneak in one more day of nice weather.  Sigh.  It was a beaut though, had a fine time.  Donette got back from another week in Chicago around 7:00, and we headed up the street to Jalapenos for a little dinner.  It was remarkably good, possibly because we got one of our favorite waiters.  All in the presentation.

Saturday we started in earnest on our long weekend of nothing.  I guess, all things considered, we actually did get a few small items accomplished.  Donette headed out early for a day with her running team, and I stayed home to tackle a few long overdue tasks in the yard.  I have an annual Fall battle with a particularly ugly shrub in our backyard, and Saturday marked the date for this monumental event.  I think this bush is something in the honeysuckle family, I’m not quite sure, but I do know it’s about two steps removed from a big weed.  Every Fall I cut it back, and before you know it, it’s grown totally out of hand.  This year it was a good twelve feet high.  Yeah, yeah, I know;  It should probably be regularly trimmed back during the year.  Add it to the long, long list of things I just don’t get around too.  Anyway, instead of getting out the ladder and trying to hack it into submission from the top, I elected to crawl under it and just start cutting at the bottom.  By the time I called it finished, I was left with a formidable pile of brush in the middle of the yard and a six-inch stump where the bush once stood.  I spent the rest of the afternoon bundling up the mess, which now occupies the better part of my patio.  I’m not sure how in the heck I’m going to get rid of it all;  That’s a problem for another day.

Sunday I woke up remarkably sore from the previous day’s chores.  Perhaps I should think about hitting the gym a bit more often.  Not sore as in a bit uncomfortable, sore as in struggling to get around the house.  I am not aging gracefully, that’s for sure.  Reduced to this state of limited mobility, I had few options but to spend the afternoon on the couch watching TV.  I’ll grant you, that’s probably what I would have done anyway, but I felt a bit more justified at least.