Disregard my previous statement about horoscopes. I just flipped on the TV while I ate my lunch and was attacked by the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. Not just any part of it, mind you, but the Macy’s.com float, a paddlewheeler filled with happy people. And Chicago. The band. No, no, no Peter Cetera. Some anonymous lead singer. And then they played “Jolly Old Saint Nick.”
If that’s one of the good things that I deserve, then I’ve been worse than I could have imagined. I’m sorry!