Cranky Large Medium reading, 29 November

Go away.

Why are you still here? Didn't the help sweep you out the door? No. Of course not; you can't get good help these days, especially if all they are is felis catus. Sigh. I suppose I'll have to give you a reading to get rid of you. Here you are, then:

You can't stand allowing anybody else to do what you're certain you can do yourself. You are impulsive and fidgety, shrewd and sly, and depend on "intuition" more than actual knowledge. That kind of risk-taking doesn't always pay off. You like the outdoors, and those who are indoors are grateful for that.

Are you happy, now? Of course not. Happiness doesn't come to seekers of readings. At least, not around here. Still, you should be content that you're alive, as opposed to these folks, who, on this date in history, gave their last twitch of whiskers: Pope Gregory III, Pope Clement IV, Charles IV, Holy Roman Emperor, Laurentius Paulinus Gothus, Nicolaus (I) Bernoulli, Jean Dieudonné, Michael of Cesena, Thomas Wolsey, William Cartwright, John Knowles, Milt Gross, Claudio Monteverdi, Giacomo Puccini, Dink Johnson, Erich Wolfgang Korngold, Carl Stalling, Sam De Grasse, Zeppo Marx, Archibald Leach aka Cary Grant, Ralph Bellamy, Frank Latimore, John Drew Barrymore, Natalie Wood, Wendie Jo Sperber, James J. Braddock, Harry Danning, Ralph Beard, Patrick Gordon, Dorothy Day, Gene Rayburn, James Barber, Tom Terrell,

and George Harrison.

Yo ho! run that up your mast.
Happy birthday, anyway.