In Which Your Humble Blogger is also upset that the President’s top two advisors have never held jobs in the government and thus no relevant experience to do the jobs they have been given, but that’s his choice.
In Which Your Humble Blogger addresses this particular plea for indulgence to those of our own time.
In Which Your Humble Blogger talks about enjoying some books, because enjoying books and talking about them is a Good Thing.
In Which Your Humble Blogger likes to list and categorize things, in a rather terrible 19th-Century positivist sort of way, despite knowing that everything is connected to everything.
In Which Your Humble Blogger looked for something perhaps a little less brutal than is often posted here for the remembrance, if still, you know, about the effects of war.
In Which Your Humble Blogger rarely feels in possession of surplus wisdom.
In Which Your Humble Blogger goes on record as crying, crying, crying.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has already wept this morning once, from the beauty of it.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is squicky about eyeballs, you know.
In Which Your Humble Blogger feels that we are all in this together, and that is rather beautiful, when you think about it.