poached eggs with a side of genius

I'm going out for breakfast tomorrow. I love going out for breakfast, and yet that's something I almost never do.

But even better, I'm breakfasting with the Old Emperor.

He's just arrived from Oxford to give the convocation speech to this year's class of Medicine grads and to be honoured by the U of C with an honourary Doctorate of Law degree. I knew he was only going to be here for the day and of course all the big wheels of cheese in academia are going to be demanding his time, so I was particularly touched that he arranged this meal.

That's the thing about the Old Emperor. Besides being possibly the most brilliant person that I will ever be privileged to know, he truly cares for his people and once you are one of his tribe, you are always one of his tribe. He is my greatest mentor and I will be forever grateful to have been taken under his wing.

I wanted to give him a little gift, a goofy card and something small and silly, but not too stupid. I quickly came to the realization that one does not give a gift bag of cheap Chapter's tea to someone who pays more for their tea than most people do for their dope. I think the Worst Case Scenario Handbook (mini version) will be just the ticket. I would never forgive myself if I didn't give him this book and then something awful happened and I discovered later that he would have survived if only he had known how to fend off an alligator.