Summer 2013 is coming to a close, officially that is. (I personally drag it out until I force friends to camp with me over Thanksgiving.) I am not sure how this happened. I had plans. Like creating a toolkit for pro-lifers to talk to the media, and quite frankly, for them to talk to us. (Still forthcoming.) Like reading Anna Karenina. (Likely not forthcoming. Who was I kidding?) In any event, we’ve now hit Labour Day weekend, and I’m off to the wilderness for a last hurrah of the (official) summer. If we don’t disappear like Tom Thomson (who died in the very park we’ll be camping in under mysterious circumstances–something I’m sure to recall when I have to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night) then I’ll be back with a vengeance–a vengeance? perhaps not that aggressively–after Labour Day. Have a good one.