Lovely long weekend. Back at work today. That pretty much says it all, doesn't it?

I'm still trying to keep my mitts off of the 'Nut campaigns for long enough to see what kind of fallout there is from the massive changes I've been making. Today I'm managing, but only by dint of staying out of the campaigns entirely. Thus, it's 2:00 in the afternoon and I'm bored out of my gourd.

I ranted on the politiblog--not because I care or because I think anyone is listening, but just to kill time. I answered all of my email. I ate breakfast. A few hours later, I ate lunch. I went out four times to walk around the building.

I could do some work on Bernie's campaign, or on Gidget's stuff, but I'm really trying to avoid doing free-lance work on 'Nut time. (I don't know why. On days like today, it would be more honest than sitting here reading blogs. Or, at least, no less dishonest.)

It really was a lovely weekend. On Saturday, the R.C. and I did very little, slowly. We ate lunch. Browsed Ulta (a lotions-potions-makeup store). Spent an hour in a bookstore. Wandered through Target (for light bulbs and cleaning supplies). Stopped by the grocery store. All just leisurely, you know? Calm. Restful.

Sunday we spent a few hours in the mountains. It rained on us, but just enough to be fun, not enough to harsh the weekend's mellow vibe. We came home. I made soup. La-la-la-la-la. So peaceful.

Yesterday, the usual "Sunday" round of house cleaning, preparing lunches for the week, and doing laundry. (And, yes, not a couple of hours spent with the DS--feeding my chickens and harvesting crops. Why is that so amusing?)

And bugs! The R.C. ordered, and received, and Universal Pictures compilation of creature features, so we had a lot of giant bug movies all weekend. There was a giant mantis. A giant spider. (The R.C. narrated the spider parts, since I refused to look at the screen when the bug was shown.) A movie that advertised a giant leech but delivered a strange plot about how an old woman could be young and beautiful for 24 hours if she killed a man.

Last night we tried a televised offering that promised both a giant shark and a giant octopus--a two-fer! That one was a failure, I'm afraid. A giant octopus sinking a floating oil rig might be pretty standard fare, but I lost faith when I saw the giant shark leaping three thousand feet in the air to eat a jumbo jet.

As we all know, there's a level of stupid I'm just not prepared to deal with. The Science Fiction channel, irritatingly renamed SciFi and even more irritatingly rechristened ScyFy or somesuch stupidity, is responsible for a lot of really crappy stuff. I live in hope, though, because every now and then, quite by accident, they produce something watchable.