Kjel.org went to the zoo Sunday morning, and ate lunch at the zoo’s “Africafe.” Within about two hours of dining the CEO became sick as hell: trouble both in Midtown and in the Battery Park region. Yesterday’s “cheeseburger” (Go ahead and insert your own mystery meat jokes about the burger. Was I wrong to order one at a zoo?) was the last bit of solid food I’ve been able to eat. Lunch today did not sound good, and I wouldn’t put any large bets on dinner. I’m getting worried: the CEO is only two or three more missed meals from the grave. I’m beginning to get a little bit woozy. Tonight I’ll force something down, maybe beer and tacos. That’ll get me back on my feet for sure. If it doesn’t instead seal the deal.

We did see the whole Schleestack family while at the zoo, so that was nice. They were smart and brought their own lunch: an important lesson for the Kjel.org next time we go. The Schleestacks obviously know what they’re doing. I did watch the smallest one eat a raisin off the ground under our table, so maybe not though . . .