Do you ever see the tv shows where they indicate the passing of time by showing you a clock where the hands spinning in fast forward? That is what my weekend has felt like. It seems only a couple of hours ago I was packing up my bag to head home Friday night, and now I'm packing a bag for Monday morning. Why can't the work week pass this quickly?
Would love to say that at least I accomplished a lot, but alas not so. I rounded on Saturday then had to head to a work picnic that lasted 6 hours in 99 degree sun. Today's only accomplishment was an exciting trip to the grocery store. Oh well - there is always next weekend. Why do I find myself promising that a lot.
