In Which Your Humble Blogger is just never satisfied.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is unusually down in the dumps.
In Which Your Humble Blogger and the Best Reader still sometimes dance in the kitchen, although the kids no longer make such a mess in the living room. It's the cat that does that now.
In Which Your Humble Blogger lives in hope, which is kind of an island in the rising ocean of shit.
In Which Your Humble Blogger announces a new project and seeks advice, support and consultation.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is cranky, but hopes to be inspirationally cranky.
In Which Your Humble Blogger used to have long hair, too, but not what you might call recently.
In Which Your Humble Blogger something times something mores something,
In Which Your Humble Blogger would still rather see a terrible movie with the Best Reader than a great movie without.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is both optimistic and terrified about the future, which is honestly probably the correct attitude.
