The depth of the White River at Noontime

It is Monday. The weekend is past. I wish I had tales of fun and adventure to relate. I wish I had a list of my many activities to make you envious. I don’t. In fact, I’m not sure what we did to occupy the time. There was certainly no sex, drugs, or rock & roll. 

I guess I mowed the lawn Saturday morning. There was that. I helped clean house a little on Sunday. 

I know; yawn. Indeed, it was that kind of weekend. 

I hope yours was more exciting.