In Which Your Humble Blogger discovers that somebody else has already written “Don’t Let’s Be Beastly to the Bankers”, so there is no need for YHB to do it.
In Which Your Humble Blogger acknowledges that people inclined to dislike the Old Hand would be put off by the grimaces and grins and constant interruption, but that’s not the guy we really hated in those meetings, was it?
In Which Your Humble Blogger is inhabited.
In Which Your Humble Blogger pays way too much attention.
In Which Your Humble Blogger still calls it a successful season, even if they are done in three.
In Which Your Humble Blogger gets started again.
In Which Your Humble Blogger comes around again.
In Which Your Humble Blogger does the equivalent of clicking the share button, only without the cats.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is aware that the most efficient use of time is to blog about the most efficient use of time. Am I right, or am I right?
In Which Your Humble Blogger fails to make a jamb-oree pun. Or a post no bills joke, either, come to think of it. Or a Jim Morrison reference. Hell, why bother with reading the note at all.