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.
In Which Your Humble Blogger still expects to be enthusiastic, come the late summer and autumn, if the world hasn't ended.
In Which Your Humble Blogger decides to record an Impeachment Thought, for such posterity as may someday be interested.
In Which Your Humble Blogger breaks it down, down, down.
In Which Your Humble Blogger lists the list.
