In Which Your Humble Blogger covers his face in pride.
In Which Your Humble Blogger lay down and wept, and wept, and wept, for thee, Zion.
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn't mean staring at those graphs all day, even though, yeah, pretty much all day.
In Which Your Humble Blogger still feels that it is entirely inappropriate to be endangering the well-being of Jon Miller by playing baseball, but at least he's not traveling with the team.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has no answers, or even any questions.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has not entirely wasted the furlough months.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is nobody, if anybody is.
In Which Your Humble Blogger can, in point of fact, spare a dime.
In Which Your Humble Blogger also realizes that law enforcement is different from education and transportation, which is presumably why Conservatives support the budget for it.
In Which Your Humble Blogger thinks things are, you know, bad.
