A three day weekend, whether enjoyable or not, will often provide good blog-fodder. Stories, projects, pictures, maybe a funny line or two. Not so this weekend.
Okay, there was one moment where my heart was in my throat. Christie got stung, and we weren't sure if it was a bee or a wasp. There was some drama, and a lot of pain, but she's fine now and all is well. The only lasting effect on our lives was that we missed one day at the gym, and I didn't get to spend much time in the workshop. In other words, not much.
So, basically, we celebrated the memories of those who gave their lives fighting for the 40-hour workweek by doing jigsaw puzzles, drinking beer, and watching movies. Life is good.