Sometimes you get a sign that it’s good you’ve made it to the weekend.

Maybe you’re really tired and need some rest, have had a really stressful week or you’ve survived some kind of ordeal. No matter what the reason, you made it to a time where you can relax…and not a moment too soon.

For me, the reason probably has something to do with adjusting to starting work at 2 o’clock in the morning. I got home and started making some eggs and toast for lunch. I left the kitchen for a minute to let the eggs cook a little. When I returned, in my head I actually said “Let’s see how his eggs-ellency is doing.”

That’s right. I made a horribly bad pun. To myself. In my head.

The answer was that the eggs were phenomenal and ready to go to Stomach Town. But the question was sort of troubling. It takes certain levels of sleep deprivation to think strange thoughts in your head. It takes even greater forces to turn those into puns…especially bad ones at that.

So TGIF.

Marathon in a week. Some sort of mohawk hairstyle will be deployed. A team is working on the design. Opinions are welcome. Excitement is high.