Wherein I am unimpeachably innocuous

I am indeed! Like plaid, or peanut butter sandwiches, or wafting butterflies!

Argh, you’re right. Butterflies are ornery.

I’m afraid I have a bad mood to sort out. But all is not lost! Here’s Firth of Fifth, by Genesis, and that improves the world on several fronts at once. Isn’t that piano solo at the beginning the most gorgeous thing ever? And that line (or possibly pair of lines) — “He rides majestic, de blah de blah”. Almost doesn’t matter what comes next, “he rides majestic” is perfectly s...