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.

“Third of men still want a virgin bride.” I was all set to be flabbergasted and enraged by that poll until I read who conducted it: FHM. Oh. Well, duh. It’s pretty funny seeing the disconnect between the type of woman that gets featured on the cover of the magazine and the type of woman a third of its readers say they want to wed.