How I wasted my day after Thanksgiving

With some obvious exceptions (cops, firefighters, docs, poor, poor pitiful retail workers) there’s no good reason to go into the office on the day after Thanksgiving.

Take me, for instance: It’s a beautiful day by Chicago standards for late November. In fact, it’s like Northern California in late fall, with the temperature near 60 and the sun shining, mocking us no doubt, before winter hits sometime next week.

And I am sitting at my computer terminal with no actual work to do. I can get hold of anyone because everyone else is at home hung over on food, of if they are insane, at a mall. I wish I was biking or golfing or getting it on in a secluded privately owned parcel of land.

Just seeing if you were paying attention. I don't golf.

But, I am guessing that outdoor sex beats shopping, especially being among the easily-manipulated bargain hunting hordes who are willing to get up way too early, puppets of merchants and evil marketing.

Rather some dead leaves on your bare ass than some dimwit with a cart full of crap bumping into your booty.