In Which Your Humble Blogger exits, stage right.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is a buffoon. Surprise!
In Which Your Humble Blogger tips his proverbial.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is feeling politically frustrated and sad, which isn't really new.
In Which Your Humble Blogger... um... what was I... well, isn't that... help me!
In Which Your Humble Blogger is wrong about most things, most of the time, but about the future almost always.
In which Your Humble Blogger is ready like Ethelred
In Which Your Humble Blogger hopes that the moment where we might have sent troops passed during the days this note was half-finished.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has an insight, or what may be an insight, anyway.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is still more terrified than optimistic, but at least still wants to be optimistic, which is something.
