I didn't, to use a fine Maine expression, do Jack Squat this weekend.

Nothing approaching anything useful that is.

Unless you consider occasionally trundling back and forth from my brother's pool to the fridge in the garage for a cold one and a slice of lime.

Yep, that's about it. I admit it.

A slug.

But that's okay.

Say what you will, the occasional weekend off from strenuous physical activity is a good thing.

I did, however, manage to knock off two good books.

So my body may have soaked in the 90F water to a prune-like character, but at least my brain didn't atrophy. Or at least I balanced out what brain cells the beer killed off...

What did you do over the weekend?