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].
In Which Your Humble Blogger steps off a precipice without, so far, ill effect.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is pretty sure this is a metaphor for something, but what?
In Which Your Humble Blogger actually thinks that life is, on the whole, a play-until-failure sort of a game, just like Tetris.
In Which Your Humble Blogger occasionally wishes that this blog had enough reach to get answers to questions, but only when I have questions I want answers to, and nothing in any way inconvenient or unpleasant.
In Which Your Humble Blogger pretty much just gives up on that whole part of the blogging thing.
In Which Your Humble Blogger realized, after writing this thing, how few of the specific women mentioned were women of color, which is not really a different topic, but still.
In Which Your Humble Blogger does a little arithmetic, because some things are worth doing arithmetic for.