In Which Your Humble Blogger was profoundly wrong about a lot of stuff, but also correct about some things, alas.
In Which Your Humble Blogger expresses an instinct that is what it is.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has been bound bound in filial obligation for some term to do obsequious sorrow.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is down but not out.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is all better now.
In Which Your Humble Blogger changes his mind, at least partway.
In Which Your Humble Blogger weeps, as usual.
In Which Your Humble Blogger finishes early. Whoo hoo!
In Which Your Humble Blogger hopes that you are all sealed in the playlist of life for a good year.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is congenitally lazy anyway, but it's not usually a problem.
