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.
In Which Your Humble Blogger cannot go for long without the society of his likes.
In Which Your Humble Blogger gets on his feet again and then has to work out how to sit down.
In Which Your Humble Blogger majored in Math, so there's that.
In which Your Humble Blogger can’t decide if “Vote for us—we’ll kick your family off Facebook” is a winning political proposition or not.
