It suddenly strikes me that for the first time in nearly eight years of the Scottish Football Blog, the team I support isn't in Scotland's top division.
(Obviously I have been aware that Hibs are now playing in the Championship, I just hadn't really thought about it in the context of the blog before. More in the context of "why has this happened? Why, why, why?" The answer is, of course, because Hibs were crap.)
The lack of emotional involvement should probably help the blogger go about his or her business with a more professional detachment.
But in my case the blogger watches Sportscene in the pub every Sunday with the disinterested air of the lord of the manor forced into attending the chambermaid's wedding.
Which explains why taking a proper look at the Premiership table tonight left me to conclude, with stunning clarity, "what the actual fu..."
If Hibs have offered little else over the last few seasons it now seems they did at least bring the security of a little sanity to proceedings.
And now what?
Take a look at it. A nonsensical oddity of a league table.
Ross County down there at the bottom. That might not be a massive surprise.
They'll stay there even if they win tomorrow.
But if they lose Inverness will go top with Dundee United.
Unless Hamilton beat Celtic. Then Hamilton will go top.
If Celtic win they'll be on the same points as Hamilton and Kilmarnock.
That's newly promoted Hamilton and the just-avoided-play-off-spot-thanks-to-the-main-striker-who-then-buggered-off Kilmarnock. That Kilmarnock.
What's it all about?
The prediction that will burn millions of pounds if it doesn't happen: Celtic win the Scottish Premiership with a month or so of fixtures to spare.
Ronny Deila's got a hell of a lot to worry about if they don't.
Aberdeen on their current run (four wins out of five games undefeated) should be capable of making a run for second.
Dundee United might curse a lack of consistency in finishing third. That's the same lack of consistency that Jackie McNamara warned of and suffered last season. Biting him on the bum again this season. He needs to sort that.
What the hell do you mean "the rest?"
I've got no confidence in the top three, so - Celtic apart - the rest is a horrible mizture-maxture of unknown unknowns.
Ross County don't look likely. I'm not convinced the managerial change will work. But they do love a January transfer window in Dingwall.
I thought St Mirren made a mistake appointing Tommy Craig as manager. Some people are natural assistants. People like Tommy Craig.
Tommy Craig would vehemently disagree with me. This is his chance to prove me - and others - wrong.
And what of Motherwell?
What of Motherwell?
Two wins and a draw from nine games. That's bad form. It can be recovered. But bad form can suck you in and drown you.
I've seen it happen. Believe me, I've seen it happen.
I take part in a SPFL Premiership predictor league at work. When I finished bottom last season I blamed it on my emotional predilection for backing Hibs to win every week.
I got a bottle of Buckfast for my troubles.
I'm struggling along close to the bottom this season as well.
I blame that on the Premiership being a league that has, in the most entertaining way possible, taken leave of its senses.
The best way to deal with that?
Keep smiling, enjoy the ride, celebrate the craziness.
And keep a bottle of Buckie on hand when you're checking your betting slips.