Verily, 'tis a daunting journey of toil and stress that doth lay before me in my path this week.  The oversight of my minions shall requyre my attendance upon them near night and day, this day through week's close, as they struggle to accomplish the many tasks that have befallen them, for now the days lengthen and the nights grow less chilled.  In one instance, on the morrow, I shall be forced to see to their work well beyond the tolling of the midnight bells, and then return again at an hour long before the cock doth crye, to look further upon their tasks.  My sleeping shall perforce be disjointed and fitful, snatched in whatever snippets of repose I might find.  I pray that at the least, I shall be afforded the grace to enjoye the pleasantires of his holy Saint Patrick's feast which bears nigh upon us, coming as it doth in the van of Spring's glorious blessings.

Went to another beerfest here in towne today, and downed flagons of tasty samples of local and regional beers and stouts.  Came home and had me a bit of a lay down, and have now awakened with a hungry craw..... Off I am to seek my victuals, and sup!