Yesterday's return flight to Cleveland was torture: tiny seat, packed plane, an hour on the ground after pushing back from the gate. Continental Airlines: I hate you (I hate the air you breathe).

Over the last few days I got to catch up with friends and accomplish a few things at the office. So overall it was a very good trip. But I don't like to be away for more than a couple of nights -- it's good to be back at Berea-Rose.

As usual, the most fulfilling accomplishment in life is to teach the children. So I'm proud to hear that Alexa (just like Da Chimpz) now knows just want happens in the offices and boardrooms of Corporate America:

People talk, talk, talk, talk... (put your fingers in the shape of a duck-head and open and close in a squawk motion to emphasize the monotony -- there, now you have it too).