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.
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn't even like Liz Cheney, but great googly moogly.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has nothing to say.
In Which Your Humble Blogger knows that fuss is made up, but doesn't find that part very interesting any more.
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn't actually mean that only the individual and the department have responsibility; there is a greater social responsibility we all share as well.
Your Humble Blogger doesn't actually take sugar in tea, but the point is the same.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is very cranky about a Presidential action, but normally cranky, so I suppose that's improvement.
In Which Your Humble Blogger muses about the system and its incentives.
In Which Your Humble Blogger thought a thing, or thought a thing was what was being thought, but know thinks that thought was not thinking the thought, wait, I'll start again.
In Which Your Humble Blogger did the arithmetic to determine the approximate number of Monday mornings left in my work life, and you know, it could be worse.
