One week ago today, ripped from his mother's womb, came forth a conqueror.  Born to power by the sword and fire, I present to you all, my son, Louis IV.  Forever shall the world remember and tremble.

Babies are cool.  I forgot how much fun a baby can be.  His Starving Majesty seems intent on eating us into poverty.  But it is a small price to pay.

And his glory shall be eternal, and the people shall tremble at his feet. 

I'm going to get some sleep now.  Exhaustion and scotch are never a good combination. Especially when I get the urge to write.