Whither my weekend?

Where did the weekend go? No, seriously, WHERE did it go? It was over so quick. Did I sleep through it all? I don’t feel like I did anything. I went for a spectacularly bad run today, one where the rain was pouring down and my back was killing me and my stomach acid was trying to eat holes in my esophagus. That sucked. I started work on a new knitting project (Cookie A’s Rhiannon socks) and quickly got stymied by the worst increase I’ve ever seen. I just can’t do it. It’s still raining. Maybe I should just go to bed.