This is the horoscope for this week

Writer Michael Tortorello has complained about the “national delight deficit.” My friend Lanny bemoans the public’s shrinking attention span for stories about joyful events and satisfying breakthroughs. I myself have marveled at the pathological tendency of many educated people to equate cynicism with intelligence. It’s in the context of this stupefying collective addiction to dank moods that I give you your assignment, Scorpio: You, more than any other sign of the zodiac, are now primed to harvest an abundance of pleasure, mirth, and fun. Please don’t keep it all to yourself; try to infect everyone you meet.

Hmmm, I am still in my guaranteed three weeks of my reign as Ms. Drunk on Life. So I get to combine an abundance of pleasure, mirth, and fun with learning new tricks about the art of being intelligently wild, right?

Anyone care to be infected?

You could join me on a trip to Sugar’s Isle of Bliss.