Your Humble Blogger has been running around, doing this and that, purchasing honey cake and challah and taiglach (rather than baking, which would have been even more time-consuming and laborious and less yummy), and giving people rides various places, and having various customer service interactions of various success. I still haven’t done everything I wanted to do before the end of the year, but then I never do.
So. May you all, Gentle Readers, be inscribed in the book of life for a good year, a healthy year, and a sweet year. May all your friends be so inscribed, may all your loved ones, may all the people Israel and all who dwell on this earth be inscribed, for a year of peace, a year of plenty, and a year of passion, according to the infinite and ineffable mercy of the Creator. Maybe a year off. A new year, anyway. Let’s let the old one go. Fling it into the water along with our sins and regrets, and let the ducks eat them and swim out to sea. And then be eaten by sharks. Who are then eaten by the Leviathan. Who transforms, in the miraculous innards of his immensity, all of our sins and regrets and losses into the magnificently fertilizing shit of the deeps.
Also, for any personal offense I have given through this journal (or through my Vardibidian persona elsewhere on line), I apologize. I will try to do better. As we Giants fans so often say at this season—Just wait ’til next year!
chazak, chazak, v’nitchazek,
-Vardibidian.