In Which I Am Saved by Footnotes

 

 It's been a long, crummy, pustular kind of day for a wide, sky-embracing rainbow variety of reasons, most of them unrepeatable*.

            . . . In fact it's been such a lousy day** I can't think of anything blog-suitable that I have the energy to write about.***  So maybe I'll just go to bed early.†  . . . Although perhaps after I scare myself a little more with He Was Despised.  I suspect Blondel wouldn't wear it if I rearranged the accompaniment so the singer doesn't have to keep...