We did nothing this weekend. Nothing that had a deadline, anyway; nothing that was scheduled and had to be done.
We worked in the yard. Actually, we made some real progress (dug stuff up) on a particular project that’s been on hold for over a year. And we worked on the roses, which look a whole lot better now, and bought some new plants and even planted two of them.
We also went up into Austin for no reason whatsoever and went to our various favorite haunts and just enjoyed ourselves. It was so nice.
I don’t know how long it’s been since the last time we did this. Many months.