With the weekend, my vacation included five days, Wednesday through Sunday.

The garden suffered through a couple of heat waves, but remains alive. Gardeners know that plants like tomatoes and cucumbers can’t set blossoms when the high is above 93ºF or so, so at the moment there’s not a lot of fruits on the vines.

We had plumbers come out and unclog our system. The kitchen sink, dishwasher, and the water softener were upstream of the clog, so when the softener ran or I did enough dishes, it backed up. Luckily enough, it drained through the “terrible room” into the garage, then into the yard with no damage.

The plumbers unclogged our clog, and in the process had to replace our cleanout valve, which was rusted shut.

While plumbing was in the air, I repaired Abby’s commode. 1000 husband points. It wasn’t difficult.

Once things had stabilized, I relaxed. Abby and I started to think about what to do with my time off. I opened my mouth to say something, then immediately heard Abby say, “Star Wars marathon?” My wife’s aways been uncanny that way, snatching thoughts from me before I get the chance to iterate them. Good marriages are like that.

In watching the various ups and downs of the Star Wars franchise, I ended up thinking that Rogue One is the best of the bunch.

I cooked out on our propane grill, which was fun and satisfying. It was this year’s first for the appliance, so I had to fill our propane tanks, then scrub the garage off it. She shined up nicely.

Among other things, I detailed my car, which involved Armor-All-ing all the plastic surfaces, leather-Armour-Alling all the leather, cleaning the rocker panels, and finally scrubbing the car’s outer surface, including the semi-permanent bug stains on the front. My car looks better than the day I bought it. I am thinking that tonight I will wax it (do people still wax cars?), and Rain-X the windows.