Since last night, at odd intervals, the chorus of Rebbie Jackson's goofy but fun 1984 hit, "Centipede," has drowned out all my other thoughts. I'll be reading a serious opinion piece about why a majority of voters cast their ballots in favor of certain progressive issues but didn't vote for Democratic candidates, and then, suddenly, my brain will shout, "Centipede!"
Apparently, my mind is craving a respite from the depressing consequences of Tuesday's presidential election.
