Abecedarians, Monday, and All That

An abecedarian may be "a novice learning the rudiments of some subject" or, if it's Abecedarian with a capital "A," it's "a 16th century sect of Anabaptists centered in Germany who had an absolute disdain for human knowledge" (Princeton's WordNet)

The Lemming is clearly no Abecedarian. It's the wrong century, and I don't disdain human knowledge: absolutely or otherwise. Not that the Lemming thinks humanity's got all the answers - and that's another topic.

On the other hand, I suppose we're all abecedarians in a way: novices learning the rudiments. Although that's an assumption based on another assumption: that humanity doesn't have all the answers.

The Lemming's repeating himself.

The Lemming also has a cold. Which may or may not explain this post. Which I was planning to have appear tomorrow morning. Which it is already, but not here.

Monday is less than an hour from now. So while it's Sunday here, it's already Monday on the east coast of North America - and points east.

Time to stop writing.