It seems as if the weekends just fly by. Although sometimes by Sunday afternoon I am ready to go back to work because I am tired of cleaning. Rarely does it seem that I get to see or spend much time with my husband on the weekend...he's either at work or doing something for the Army. At least there is Fred to keep me company--although he wasn't a good kitty this weekend as he chewed up a brand new pair of socks.
This weekend I accomplished quite a bit as usual, but at the same time there is so much more that I probably could have done. It's still winter, so there will be plenty of time to get things done before it becomes nice outside and I can work on the yard.
