It was a good, if exhausting, weekend. I spent much of it outside, raking and shoveling mountains of wet leaves into big compost bags, then dragging those compost bags to the car, then driving the car to the Beverly compost heap, then dumping the bags, then returning home to do more of the same. Over and over again.

We could have just bagged the leaves and put them out with the trash, but then they’d just get tossed into a landfill with all the other junk and, apparently, never actually decompose, or biodegrade, or whatever the proper term is. We (and by we I mean Penny) are too environmentally conscious to do that. So, the theme of the weekend was yard work.

Also this weekend: Cleaning out the garage (still a work-in-progress), getting Ethan’s one-year photo taken (he’s so damn cute), watching the Bruins (they won!), and a new tradition, Movie Night. In the pre-Ethan days, we used to go to the movies about once a month, but now the term “new release” refers mostly to DVDs. Thus, it wasn’t until Saturday night that we finally got around to seeing last summer’s big summer blockbuster, I Am Legend. My ten-word-or-less review: A good, entertaining 90 minutes, but nothing special.

(If you really want to see a great post-apocalyptic, fast-zombies flick, rent 28 Days Later instead.)

Last, but not least, I got a little more writing done. Thanks to the magical red font, I bagged another 1,200 words on Coven Hill tonight. They’re almost all crap, but they’re my crap, and underneath all that crap are the bones of what may actually be something kind of cool. Apparently that’s the point of the first draft. And who am I to argue when it may actually be working?