Some weeks need a good CTRL-Z

I mean, really. Four days out of town, followed by my forgetting what used to be called Secretaries Day (and my secretary is the best in the world, so I don’t like to forget), followed by Take Your Female Progeny (Or Male Progeny If You Feel Like It) To Work Day, followed by a likely yo-yo to New York tomorrow. Enough! I’m exhausted.

Answers to random comment questions: 147 degrees or so. Pictures are appearing at my flog. I, too, as a boy believed the purpose of dolls was to pop their heads off — except for superhero dolls, which, as we all know, are not “dolls” at all, but “action figures,” which is a completely different thing.

Tonight, I really must talk about the Worst Songs of All Time List . . . .