Good grief. Blogger is much different than it was yesterday, at least on my side of the fence. Lots of improvements. You'll notice that my archives are nice and tidy now. That's nice. I'm happy about that. Unfortunately, I seem to bee missing archives for the month of May. [Note: This is fixed as of 11 pm 6/26] Not too worried. Breathing easy. Staying calm. Keeping urge to kill under control.

I'll give it some time. If the Blogger Fairy doesn't show up within the next week and make everything all better, then I'll unleash my unholy vengeance upon Blogger staffers. Until then, my apologies. I'm sure thousands of you are in agony, you poor things, because you have been bereft of your precious archives. Bereft is my word for today.

You have bereft me of all words, lady.
--William Shakespeare, Troilus in Troilus and Cressida, act 3, sc. 2.

Obscurest night involv'd the sky,
Th' Atlantic billows roar'd,
When such a destin'd wretch as I,
Wash'd headlong from on board,
Of friends, of hope, of all bereft,
His floating home for ever left.
--William Cowper, The Castaway (l. 1-6)

Anywhosel. Fleas have come into my home. Most evil.