Every now and again the well runs dry

Ah, another quiet Sunday morning...and my must have decided to spend the weekend sking at Timberline Lodge...'cuz I got nuthin. So, I'm going to relax, read my newspaper, and eventually meet a friend for breakfast. Perhaps later I'll feel capable of engaging my brain long enough to come up with something less lame. Or perhaps not. This is, after all, why it's call a "weekend", no??