I had such a nice post written.
It had self-revelation (I don't like surprises. I have control issues).
It had humor (I read the end of the mystery half-way through, and sometimes sooner. I work the mazes in the Sunday papers from the inside out). (That's humor in support of the aforesaid self-revelation)
It had personal growth (I signed up for a mystery knit-along anyway).
It had rationalization (The knit-along let's you choose your clues, so not all the shawls will be the same; the designer is Ysolda Teague; one of the bloggers I read had already started one).
It had pictures (here's one).
And then I typed the last two words of a really clever closing aphorism, which I can no longer remember but was probably tied to all the preceding clever prose, and Blogger ate it all except for the last word and a half.
Definitely not as easy as Abel Baker Charlie.