The CEO had a long week and I was beat; I was known by the Jr. VP as Daddy Sleepy all weekend. It sucked — Daddy Sleepy has so, so much work still to do on so many fronts. I was too exhausted to do most of it. The CEO accomplished exactly 34% of what he needed to get done this weekend. Tomorrow at work should be exciting, to think nothing of all the strictly Kjel.org related tasks that need attending to. I need to start eating better or something. Or get a butler. Or possibly take up meth. At least my tiredness didn’t stop me from getting sandwiches and going to the park with Mommy and the lads over the weekend.

High point of the weekend: (other than the CEO mauling three punk skater kids who insulted the Jr. VP when we were at the park. I don’t care that when he is running on the bigtoy you think the Jr. VP looks like, quote, “a spaz”. You say something like that out loud and you earn two tickets to the gun show, courtesy of the CEO. To the skinny blond kid with the Vans and skull earring: I’d ice that knee tonight if I were you.) a few newlyweds-to-be came over for din-din. Big thanks to the Chiefs Educator and Bride who Saturday night brought to the HQ Bamboo Grove’s Kamehameha Feast ™ (or whatever it was called). The CEO has since eaten enough meat to feed several average Hawaiian villages, several times over, for several weeks. I am now even more drought and famine resistant than I was before. Thanks again. And for the Terminal Gravity too; I also had several of those.