Mrs. O cracked the whip all weekend, encouraging this old mule to move five yards of rock from the driveway to the vastly improved garden area in the back yard. At times, I felt like the guys on the chain gang at the beginning of the movie, "O Brother Where Art Thou." Incrementally, the black screen was put down and the rocks dumped on it. We ended a yard short, a matter that will be addressed next week. But my barking knees & elbow were grateful we were a yard shot. Did you take care of any weekend honey-do's? Now for today's Wild Card ...