Steve bursts onto the scene: Hey, I did have fun. Lots of fun. Granville Island, Capilano Bridge, those HUGE music stores downtown, hanging out in Stanley Park, bowling, almost whale-watching, pannekoek / Dutch pancakes, scouts (60 seconds games!) and Trivial Pursuit.

Brad whispers back: Shhh, Steve. Don’t tell people that, or pretty soon everyone will be out here. Sigh. And who won that game anyhow?

Steve adds (as Brad continues reading): And many of those web page hits may be from me. I tend to check daily (and then there was nothing for a bit, and then all kinds of stuff in the past two or three days). I would be curious as to how many unique hits there are.

Brad sighs, lamentingly: I’d be curious too, but I would imagine the answer is approximately two plus a small handful of others. In other words something like this: brad, steve, brad, brad, brad, steve, brad, steve, brad, karin, steve, brad, brad, steve, brad, my parents, brad, steve, brad, possibly someone else, brad, brad, brad, brad, karin, brad, steve… As for the short break: sorry. My brain was in the service of more pressing causes — most of these involving doing my job and earning money so that I can eat. It’s a bugger, but sometimes it works out that way.