I've been stalling for weeks about writing this post, because I was keen to track the progress of Andrew's latest excursion, the one where he shells out about $20,000 to walk up a hill. I mean, it's a real nice hill, sure, but it would have to be. And OK, he didn't just walk up a hill. He also went to someone's 65th birthday party. Which is great; I'd invite him to mine, no question, if he hadn't promised to be dead by then.