Family BBQ, reading Aubrey-Maturin, hwan.com traffic down

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Hey. Uhm, well, you know, not much going on. Long weekend is here and once again I am caught without much in terms of plans. I slept in until the early afternoon, drove up with my sister through nutty Caribana traffic to get to my parent's house for our yearly extended family get-together. Korean BBQ, pictionary, good times. I'm going to try to see Bourne Ultimatum tomorrow, and then a trip to Kitchener-Waterloo for some exercise of a pugilistic nature. Kitchener-Waterloo. One of these days I'm going to resolve to not go there.

Work.. well, work has been kind of busy for the past week, in a decidedly stressful kind of way. Hopefully a lot of that will cool down a little this week, although Tuesday could be nutty as a lot of customers won't realize that Monday's a holiday in Canada. I'm not exactly sure why it's been so busy. Just a string of troublesome customers, I guess.

I'm on the 19th book of the Aubrey-Maturin series, and am already halfway through it. I am usually a pretty slow reader with these books, as I've wanted them to last but I can't help it -- these final few are real page-turners. What will I do when I finish? Not sure, not sure.

I've noticed that hwan.com's traffic has gone way down of late. For a while there I was getting over 100 hits for colitis per week, but it's dropped to about a third of that. I had meant to spend this weekend working on my other website, but that does not seem likely at this point.

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