My weekend was spent on the annual ritual of opening up the cottage - putting in the water line and pump, airing things out, and raking up the million or so leaves carpeting the lot. The black flies were brutal. I swear there were a couple of times the little buggers tried to lift me up and carry me off into the bush. I have great sympathy for the poor moose which are driven crazy at this time of season. When the swarm got too thick, I headed to the deck for a well deserved break. I had quite a few breaks. And the leaves, well...there' always next weekend.