In Which Your Humble Blogger writes from his day job desk.
In Which Your Humble Blogger goes on at great length. Great, great, beautiful length, big league, you’ve never seen such a long blog post, believe me.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has been brought up to the starting gate, and is off and running, and is I suppose as far as the back straightaway and heading into the turn. If the metaphor is six furlongs, anyway.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is all done rehearsing.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is a little distressed by how well the run-throughs are going, and is hoping the Theater Fates strike tonight, leaving the end of the week safe.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is beginning to feel almost confident.
In Which Your Humble Blogger fools around with the playlist.
In Which Your Humble Blogger attempted to surreptitiously examine his zipper, but, you know, the middle of a monologue isn’t the simplest time for that.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is trying to slap this post up in a hurry and can’t think of a better title.