Spent the weekend with Bobber building garden beds. Bob built them and I filled them up. It was another good weekend away from the primary discussions and more importantly, away from listening to whatever the occupant of the White House said (or did).
Actually, I am never very far from the news, but weekends like this (although quite bruising to the body) provide sweet relief from all that is going on around us, every moment of every day.
I don't know what the week will reveal, but I know that I am prepared for anything. Anything can happen and hold out hope for good news.
I apologize for not having more to say, this Monday, much like last Monday is a day where I begin with a spring rebirth. That gives me hope.
Let's jump into the day, shall we?