i was talking to my beloved librarian and she said she's scared and staying home, and i said me too. but the grim colonial holiday tradition of disease-borne death continues. did you see all those souls gathered at the airport and the supermarket? i  got four books, little eyes, from the back room, so i don't want to get in a malaise over the exploding empire. i'm gonna make a sexy mount of mashed potatoes and push my face in it, wipe it finger-licking clean and read on.