Gawd. I was planning to go through all the posts I wrote this year, and write something about the deathly year of 2014.So I could warn Baby 2015 what to expect, when he or she comes roaring through the door, with hope in its eyes. Into this dark Harperland, where hope goes to die.But unfortunately although I thought I had written about 400 posts, which would have been hard enough to even skim through. I actually wrote more than 600.So I almost immediately gave up. Read more »