In Which Your Humble Blogger, in this internet world, spends the day reading from the Martin Luther King archives.
In Which Your Humble Blogger continues to bookblog.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is going back to book-blogging, I guess, in Another Place, and so will cross-post here.
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn’t even get in to the repeated remark that if they don’t vanquish the Kantrofarri right away, all humanity will be destroyed within a year, what with there being six of the things, you know, that can, um, do something very nasty, probably. But let’s not worry about the one that successfully kills the guy, we don’t have to go looking for that one, it’ll be fine.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is compelled to pay attention to what he has always known and what is so much easier to ignore.
In Which Your Humble Blogger cannot speak of what he cannot speak of, and yet cannot remain silent.
In Which it is, Your Humble Blogger supposes, just barely possible that some Gentle Reader has this on their aggregator and will see it, and be reminded—if not reminded to vote, perhaps reminded to enjoy voting.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is a bit tired.
In Which Your Humble Blogger goes beyond.
In Which Your Humble Blogger, having committed to one of these notes for each of the Days of Awe, cannot wait for inspiration but has to go with what he got.