In Which Your Humble Blogger trods the boards. Squeak!
In Which Your Humble Blogger stumbles blindly on. Sorry, Brooke.
In Which Your Humble Blogger things it's a drag.
In Which Your Humble Blogger could instead have written a much more sensible note about the 're' and 'er' spellings.
In Which Your Humble Blogger enjoys a very special, really magnificent part of the process. Or is it really special? No. Really marvelous and... wait, that's not right, either. Very special, really magnificent. I'm almost sure.
In Which Your Humble Blogger probably oughtn't call it a diary.
In Which Your Humble Blogger plays it by ear.
In Which Your Humble Blogger moves slowly forward.
In Which Your Humble Blogger starts to muddle through.
In Which Your Humble Blogger connects the dots one-two-three-four-five. Look, it's a ship!
