11 January—The only thing to celebrate is that this afternoon the Altice Optimum (My Ass) Cablevision monopoly finally sent a tech to repair and restore my dead cable and broadband service. A day late, of course, but not the tech’s fault.

Altice corporate clowns in Bethpage had assured me the repairman would be here yesterday. And I actually believed them. My bad.

At least all my beleaguered readers were able to have a day off. Make that two days off, you lucky people. I’m still recovering from the emotional shock of being internetless for a whole day.

But tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow I’ll screed in this petty pace to improve your day, full of sound and fury, signifying something. Unless . . .