In Which Your Humble Blogger finds that despair won't do. It won't, you know.
In Which Your Humble Blogger could also have worked something about counting the omer, but yeesh it's already a thousand words innit.
In Which Your Humble Blogger takes a deep breath, thank goodness.
In Which Your Humble Blogger feels despondent, on occasion, and should really go outside and fly a kite.
In Which Your Humble Blogger directs the imagination back, not forward, which is perhaps at least a little bit easier.
In Which Your Humble Blogger hopes this finds you as it leaves him: safe, healthy and full of hope.
In Which Your Humble Blogger observes a thing, which is a thing.
In Which Your Humble Blogger says things that have been said before, even here in this Tohu Bohu, but that are worth repeating (I hope).
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn't make any Shaboygen jokes, but regrets the omission.
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn't know anything, really, at all.
