Happy Canada Day. In both official languages, and half an hour later in Newfoundland. Also, today is the feast day of Saint Oliver Plunkett (I was married in a church named after him, in Blackrock). Also, welcome to the deep summertime - enjoy it while it lasts these next eight weeks or so. And, finally, take stock: this is the second half of the year - with autumn and December ahead now - and the first day of the rest of your life. Well, okay, that last part was a bit much, but it is tempting to take it one day at a time, especially in the slowing laziness of this hottest and most humid of months. As for Canada - it's doing well - it had a brash Olympics, has an economic model the Tories have stolen, and has a few good poets, some darn fine film directors, actors and comedians, and world-class prose writers. Go on, Hug Shatner today, have a beaver's tail. Even, for a moment, imagine moving to Ottawa, world's safest, calmest capital - imagine skating on its canal.