Dear Journal: I had a lovely relaxing weekend at home with Jill in Wilmington. Young Barack wants to meet me for lunch again today, only one working day after our previous lunch last Thursday. I escaped unharmed last week but I have a bad feeling that today he may take me to the woodshed. Or, at the very least, put me back in chains, y'all, if I can't immediately tell him the day, month and year. I just pulled a copy of the Washington Post from a stack of newspapers in my office. It's dated January 15, 2008, so I'll have that correct. Nyaah, nyaah, Mr "President," not so clever are you...
