In Which Your Humble Blogger... um... what was I... well, isn't that... help me!
In Which Your Humble Blogger is wrong about most things, most of the time, but about the future almost always.
In which Your Humble Blogger is ready like Ethelred
In Which Your Humble Blogger hopes that the moment where we might have sent troops passed during the days this note was half-finished.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has an insight, or what may be an insight, anyway.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is still more terrified than optimistic, but at least still wants to be optimistic, which is something.
In Which Your Humble Blogger always votes anyway.
In Which Your Humble Blogger still reads books, even if they don't show up on the blog much these days.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is sad.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is a multi-instrumentalist, or tries to be.
