I did no writing this weekend.
Normally, that's not something I brag about. Actually, usually when I realize something like this it sends me into a fit of panic. This weekend was something else I really, really need every once and awhile: total relaxation. Some friends of ours invited us up to their cabin on Crooked Lake in Siren, Wisconsin. There was much floating on inner tubes, laying in the sun, and, of all crazy things, reading books!! (I finished a great little non-fiction book called "Go to Hell: A Heated History of the Underworld," which is sort of research for the small press project I'm writing.)
I believe in time to recoup. It can be good for the soul -- even the writing soul, too.