Dear Diary: I normally try to avoid overwork. But today was a doozy. Up at first light and on to Marine One then AirForce One. A breakfast of two eggs over-easy with wholewheat toast and then some Zzzzzzzzs on the flight to Toluca, Mexico, where I was to meet with President Nieto and Prime Minister Harper of Canada. I couldn't take my accustomed lunchtime nap as we three leaders had a working lunch at Cosmovitral, Botanical Gardens, followed by a walk and talk with Prime Minister Harper of Canada in which I gave him the benefit of my sophisticated world view. We then all met again at the Palace of Justice and I included Nieto, the newbie, in continuing to explain how they should both interpret current events. I wasn't able to depart Mexico until 8.50, when I planned to grab some more Zzzzzs before reaching the White House at 2.05 am. Alas, barely had my presidential head touched the crisp pillows of my airborne bedroom, when my iPresidentophone sounded The Dance of The Sugar Plum Fairy."Hello Vlad. " I said, for it was he."Obamavich! He said angrily. "Keep the hell out of Ukraine!" "Yes, Sir, Mr Putin, Sir," I said. "What's up in Ukraine?"
"You have an unfortunate sense of humor, Obamavich. Kiev is ablaze."
"Kiev?" I asked delicately. "Oh, piss off Obamavich," he replied. "Enough already with your all-encompassing ignorance of things foreign. Just go to sleep and get your orders from Ms Jarrett in the morning. Dos Vedonya, tovarich." And-- just like that-- he was gone.