It seems like my weekends are becoming more and more like my weeks. A blur of activity that ends with a blaring alarm early in the morning. This was not one of those weekends. I woke up without an alarm on Saturday. My daughter came home for the weekend, well her and most of her clothes. I beat my wife at raquetball (sorry about the sore arms babe). We went out to a movie, Scooby Doo2, Monsters Unleashed. Sunday: church, Awana, watch a DVD in the afternoon. Not a bad weekend.

Not next weekend. I have to be in ashburn before 8:15 am. yuck.