Sometimes I worry about all the books and all the music and all the fun that I won't get around to by the time the party's over, if you know what I mean.
I read somewhere that more than 50% of us are with someone other than our first choice. That's not good. Look around. If it's not you, then odds are, you're pardner there has other aspirations.
Mix that stuff up with my hand wringing over turkeys' stress over the holiday and you've got a mess.
I shoulda' stayed in bed.