As the rain fell on the hunched silhouette of a solitary crow perched on the wires above me, the spider tumbled from the doorframe with the vibration of my passing, returning eventually to his task of webbing our entire entranceway shut – a futile task given that he is unlikely ever to catch one of us. It was a mix of a day, somewhere between work worries, Christmas talk, health issues and too many tasks and I end my weekend wondering what happened to it.