In Which Your Humble Blogger grades the whole enterprise.
In Which Your Humble Blogger belatedly fulfills a half-hearted promise.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has an unpopular and probably wrong opinion.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is both optimistic and terrified about the future, which is honestly probably the correct attitude.
In Which Your Humble Blogger assures Gentle Readers that this is the American English usage, and appears to refer to trousers of dungaree denim.
In Which Your Humble Blogger notes an aspect of a long career that is not prominent in the appreciations.
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn't really know what category to put this in, as it isn't really a news item, and isn't quite about music or litchrachoor either.
In Which Your Humble Blogger weeps for the day.
In Which Your Humble Blogger kinda figures y'all know where to read actual analysis.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is aware that it isn't the quadriennial choosing, but midterm voting is also beautiful.
