In which Your Humble Blogger is ready like Ethelred
In Which Your Humble Blogger has an insight, or what may be an insight, anyway.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is sad.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is a multi-instrumentalist, or tries to be.
In Which Your Humble Blogger would very much like to lie on the ground, but doesn't know how to begin.
In Which Your Humble Blogger would very much like to sit down, but doesn't quite know how to go about it.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has a different edition than everyone else, with different page numbers, but the same words.
In Which Your Humble Blogger gets to work.
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn't have a thing to wear.
In Which Your Humble Blogger cannot adequately express the wonder and awe that the consonants inspired.
