There went a weekend that I will never get back.  A total waste of 2.5 days.  I have nothing to report.  If you want to know what I did, get a copy of the TV guide and read the lineup for the last few days, mostly TBS.  That pretty much covers it.

Actually we’ve been sick.  Whatever it is that’s going around, we’ve got it.  Some type of plague, I’m sure.  Most likely bubonic, but we haven’t been fully diagnosed.  The sort of odd part is that I have a different symptom every day.  Friday was fever, yesterday my nose was dripping like the leaky kitchen faucet, and Saturday… you do not want to hear about Saturday.  At least it didn’t all hit at once I guess.  So, at any rate… not much to tell.  Friday night we watched “The Recruit.”  A little too “busy” for my taste, but it was OK.  Saturday we did actually step out of the house for a few hours, but not for long.  We had a little soup at On The Border and then I shopped for a new Float Trip jacket.  (I didn’t find one.)  Then we went home and turned the tube back on.  Sunday was an all-time low.  I got up about 7:00, made some coffee, read the paper, and popped in an “Andy Griffith Show” DVD.  Watched a few episodes of Andy, then switched over to the TV.  The worst part is we don’t even have a decent cable package, so there’s not much to choose from.  We ended up watching a Julia Roberts movie and three Meg Ryan flicks, back to back.  Just kind of sat there next to the growing pile of kleenex and suffered.  Believe it or not, I found the stupid “TBS, Very Funny” commercials the most annoying part of the day.  The movies themselves were “tolerable.”  I should certainly be in touch with my feminine side for Valentines’ Day, after that run of chick-flicks.

Speaking of the pseudo-holiday, I expect we’ll have to take a pass on celebrating.  Doni is still a bit under the weather, and I’m not exactly 100% myself.  This is disappointing to be sure, because I had big plans for the evening, which I put considerable time and effort into.  I won’t bore you with details, but it was a very romantic, lovely evening in which I had devoted much effort.  Oh well, maybe next year.