I got up this morning to the sound of a police helicopter. I’m sure that means six weeks more of something that won’t be good.

Also, happy birthdays to Brent Spiner, Shakira and me. If you can’t make the party, you can celebrate by either reading James Joyce (b. 2/2/1882) or setting an Ayn Rand book on fire (forced into a world full of ingrates and collectivists on 2/2/1905).