I’m too busy nursing an upset stomach from too much turkey, mashed potatoes, sweet potato, greens, fruit tort, and ham – and too busy preparing to spend money I don’t have on whatever this week’s commercials convinced me I need to buy tomorrow – to post a Thanksgiving message. So, I thought I’d let one of America’s most crotchety novelists, William S. Burroughs, say it for me:

Happy Thanksgiving!