In Which Your Humble Blogger does a little arithmetic, because some things are worth doing arithmetic for.
In Which Your Humble Blogger had a good time and did good work, and now is in need of a long and quiet rest.
In which Your Humble Blogger is still here, more or less.
In Which Your Humble Blogger isn’t so worried about fictional disasters in Sweden, when things are so rotten in Denmark.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is at home on the range.
In Which Your Humble Blogger reaches for what is not under heaven.
In Which Your Humble Blogger complains about that that that that I think is that, or do I mean that that that, which I think is that. I think.
In Which Your Humble Blogger also liked the one in his mammyloshen, with actors he knows and likes, so there’s that.
In Which Your Humble Blogger
In Which Your Humble Blogger steers by the stars, not by the lights of each passing ship. Wait, that’s the wrong Bradley, isn’t it?