And on the seventh day he rested. But his rest was not restful, and awoketh he to a child’s knee in his bladder, and the sounds of other children fighting over a collectible card game that they didst choose to play on his bed, and the nagging voice of his first begotten daughter, who didst chide him about joining her for a morning run. And he didst groan and gnash his teeth, but his protests fell on deaf ears. So he did rise to face the day, and he did see that it was glorious. And he made the pilgrimage unto Starbucks with an empty head and a joyful heart.