My weekend was rainy and lazy and grumpy. I didn't make it to the fair, didn't do any of the chores I had considered doing.
I was just barely able to finish the letter and present for my father, while being constantly reminded that I over think these things way too much and some general sappy crap would work just fine.
I tried to cheat on the letter, but the internet was no help whatsoever. It kept offering up letters written by a son of a post-operative male-to-female transsexual, letters wondering why good old Dad didn't run halfway across the continent to visit his child in the hospital, and letters about knocking up Dad's secretary.
So instead of fretting too much over birthday things, I spent most of the weekend with my camera doing this: