Soup's On

Every time I sit down to write something about this past weekend, regardless of what it is - from the funeral to the fact that there are apparently no Arby's restaurants on I-95 above an invisible line in central Virginia - it just sort of drains out of me. I'm sure there are lots of things to say about that, including the fact that I may subconsciously realize that what I want to say isn't terribly exciting, but that's never stopped anyone (let alone me) from blogging before. The hell with i...