In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn't have any category-type reasons or not counting doubles tennis, though.
In Which Your Humble Blogger had never thought about it before, being kinda Anglo-centric and all.
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn't get too distracted by individual words, although the word for 'honor' really should be more like 'value' in the sense of 'think valuable' rather than 'esteem'.
In Which Your Humble Blogger wonders what the future's past will hold.
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn't look up the job numbers, and hopes the job numbers don't look him up.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has Cranky Thoughts.
In Which Your Humble Blogger can talk for hours and hours and hours.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is weary, just weary.
In Which Your Humble Blogger knows that a lot of stuff crossed the line, but also might like to move the line itself.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is perhaps too panicked about the upcoming widespread political violence and the droughts to panic sufficiently about the pandemic right now.
