Why are weekends always too short? How come I am never able to do those things I want most? Jared and I cleaned our old apartment most of the weekend and, because I have had to work today (Sunday), I missed out on our elderberry picking adventure. I guess we'll have to find some healthy plants next weekend. My only worry is that it is too late in the year, and all berries have either been eaten by hungry deer, or black bear and/or have gone past ripe and into spoiled. Well, my time is running short... must close the library, run home to eat food and pass out. oh, yea... passing out.