Ah, Saturday.

Rest.
Reflect.
Build chicken coops.
Get sunburn.

Although the chicken coops were totally unconnected with the sunburn.

No, I swear. I was miles away from those chicken coops.

(Actually, I was at a surprise Clinton Rally at the Wake Forest College Birthplace, and it was very warm and sunny, and apparently she has some punctuality issues because she was an hour late, and she was wearing a gorgeous blue suit but she was completely shown up by Mrs. Mike Easley in that department, and she spoke really well, and she SHOOK MY HAND and I don't care that I sound like a bad parody of a cliche, because I am not washing my hand for a year, and hah! I said that all in one breath!)

Ah, Saturday.