In Which Your Humble Blogger dee diddle diddle dey, dey dey dee diddle diddle dey, hey! dee diddle diddle dey, now where’s the rent money.
In Which Your Humble Blogger still had a couple of other points, but now I can’t remember what they were. Something about influence, and invisibility, and something else that begins with an I. Inevitability? Introspection? Insouciance?
In Which Your Humble Blogger has started just grabbing profs in the stacks and asking for recommendations.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is trying to decide between zero and one, not that it’s any of your business. Unless it was you, in which case, was it or wasn’t it?
In Which Your Humble Blogger knows that there never was an incentive to make that part of it automatic, until there suddenly was a powerful incentive to have done it last year.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is done with another one, and is looking forward to a nice long break.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has all the privileged confidence that comes with being in a equal-marriage state.
In Which Your Humble Blogger comes over all librarianish for some reason, despite knowing that librarians ask crowds of librarians for such things all the time.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is grouchy today, and it’s probably best if I just draw the latch, sit by the fire, and spin.