I hate the feeling that I often get on Monday morning. That feeling that the weekend was so much fun and lasted so long that not only did you forget where your office was, you totally forgot where you work. It's nice, until you find out you have a Monday morning meeting and you're already late.
This weekend Dave and I spent hours upon hours in the garden. We're both sunburned and sore, but there's one new vegetable bed, and the canna lilies, morning glories, and dill are all seeded in the front gardens. The cucumber trellis is back up, and there are many, many hot peppers peeking out of the ground. We also had a fire in the yard with some friends, and visited the neighbors for dinner last night. All in all, a great weekend. Now I can't wait for Friday!