So our old friend Brad, back in the country, dropped by again, for his (what has become an) annual visit.
Istra wouldn't stop wiggling and proto-jumping, and the light was no good, so all the pictures turned out not so good. But here is evidence none-the-less. Some year we will get a decent picture of Brad, maybe... some year.
Should I reveal how for an exciting time we took him out to a Quaker meeting? Should I relay the tale of granola bar breakfasts and a fruit bar on the run? The traditional shower? The fascinating iPod hacking/napping session? What was done with the sheep and goat cheese? Alas, no time... which is good... because it sounds much more exciting this way... whee.