In Which Your Humble Blogger talks about this Tohu Bohu and your deep appreciation for every aspect of it.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is unusually despondent and probably needs a little Jeanette MacDonald inspiration.
In Which Your Humble Blogger aims for a kind of dry ironic tone, and probably misses by a mile. Ah, well.
In Which Your Humble Blogger actually, in point of fact, and with an eye toward punctilious honestly, has a bag that is neither new nor even new to me, but that has only been in frequent use over the last six months or so.
In Which Your Humble Blogger gets a lot of stuff off the old proverbial.
In which Your Humble Blogger does not suggest doing an internet search on the phrase [the heart pants life glows].