I'm back from a brief vacation in which I enjoyed the company of Amy Dearest and pressed her boyfriend into helping me shovel snow twice. Halfway through our first shoveling, he figured out that I'd given him the second best shovel. Busted, I reluctantly handed over my shovel and continued the work. A native Oklahoman, he enjoyed the white Thanksgiving and Black Friday evening parade and fireworks downtown. I'd probably have enjoyed it more if I wasn't nursing the tail end of the cold I caught two weeks ago. Nasty stuff. Vile stuff. A cold in winter saps you. I hope you're feeling well today. Now, I'll play the Wild Card ...