You Ain’t Got No Class

Sorry this is so incredibly late. Some of my reasons are perfectly legitimate. Yesterday I was extensively possessed by Mobia, muse of furniture moving. (Actually there is a method to that madness, since we need to clear passageways for the second wave of movers coming to bring stuff in on Wednesday. Right now passageways are choked with book boxes inexplicably marked for my office and brought to it, instead of downstairs to the library. I was also entering my office by vaulting — at my age!...