Ecclesiastes: 2:14
In Which Your Humble Blogger is squicky about eyeballs, you know.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is squicky about eyeballs, you know.
In Which Your Humble Blogger sees darkness excelleth light when you want to sleep in a bit, but that light totally excelleth darkness when the kids are heading to school. Don’t forget to turn your clocks back!
In Which Your Humble Blogger turns, er, returns, or, looks at, focuses on… well, anyway. Kohelet.
In Which Your Humble Blogger knows an old man named Michael Finnegan, who grew whiskers on his chinnegan.
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn’t mention the other conversation about the megillah this year, which was totally shipping Mordecai and Zeresh.
In Which Your Humble Blogger does not wade in to the current political commentary, which confuses Your Humble Blogger something terrible. Is Bibi Netanyahu really suggesting that Israel marry Hassan Rouhani and then invite him to a banquet? That can’t be right.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is a bit tired.
In Which Your Humble Blogger goes beyond.
In Which Your Humble Blogger, having committed to one of these notes for each of the Days of Awe, cannot wait for inspiration but has to go with what he got.
In Which Your Humble Blogger gives it a rest.