In which I consider what *really* matters.
Once is happenstance; twice is coincidence . . .
The coming-together of exercise, knitting, and mathematics.
The freedom that doesn’t come from jettisoning sin.
Let’s not even get into the odd spacing and extra spaces.
Hidden patterns; obscure motives.
Was’t all for naught?
Another skirmish in the spelling wars.
Where’s a copy editor when you need one?