Cranky Large Medium reading, 23 June

Go away.

Why are you still hanging around here? Don't you have some traffic to play in? Go on, now, skedaddle. Why aren't you gone? So, you came here for something, did you? And that something is... oh natch! You want me to give you a reading. And if I give you that, will you leave? Well, ain't that the cat's meow! Here you are, then:

You start projects like gangbusters, but your attention span is shorter than a toddler's. You can come up with fine ideas, but your follow-through is embarrassingly bad. Pleasure, for you, usually interferes with business. You might make someone a fair housewife (as long as somebody else can be hired to do your chores), but you're a poor breadwinner.

Are you happy, now? Of course not. But I'm not worried. You're already thinking about something else. And, after all, your life is better than what these people have, which isn't much, as they all, on this date in history, had the plug pulled on their plans to continue breathing: Vespasian, Shimizu Muneharu, Mashita Nagamori, Sir Theophilus Shepstone, Varahagiri Venkata Giri, Maynard Jackson, Mathurin Jacques Brisson, James Hall, Wilhelm Eduard Weber, John Mill, James Mill, Mark Akenside, Clyfford Still, Reinhold Glière, Aaron Spelling, Buster Merryfield, Maureen O'Sullivan, Volmari Iso-Hollo, Roscoe Turner, Eric Andolsek, Luke Graham, Rod Beck, Pedro Mascarenhas, Sanjay Gandhi, Vincent Chin,

and Zarah Leander.

The wunder isn't likely to geschehn on my mountain.
Happy birthday, anyway.