Thursday.

Ahh Thursday. The day before Friday. The day one begins to somewhat pull away from the tentacles of 'the man' at least mentally in preparation for freedom. Short lived perhaps, but then, we're not complaining. We're still trying to get out from underneath the teetering piles of work scattered everywhere. Taxes are right around the bend. An excuse (as if we need one) to break out more bottles of something to help ease the sting. The ritual handing over of piles of golden kibble to Uncle Sam will be followed by a flurry of visits from board members. We have the esteemed Dr. visiting this weekend (Binkomonster staff philosopher). Hopefully another board member coming in the next two weeks. Sprinkle in a trip up to wine country, add a dash of Catalina for Memorial day weekend, and you get basically enough time to try and cram in more castle improvements. Oh and don't forget our attendance at the Petchitecture. We are on the hunt for a new piece of tribe furniture since the Tower seems to be getting a bit long in the tooth. Be warned. We will come armed with a war chest, and an auction paddle (and we are spoiling to take a competitor to the mat!)