Pirke Avot chapter four, verse nineteen
In Which Your Humble Blogger has gotten the numbers of the verses wrong, somehow, which is easy enough, what with some of my sources calling this verse 19, and some just the first half of verse 15.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has gotten the numbers of the verses wrong, somehow, which is easy enough, what with some of my sources calling this verse 19, and some just the first half of verse 15.
In Which Your Humble Blogger tries to keep a sense of perspective.
In Which Your Humble Blogger enjoys a nice nap. I mean, really enjoys it. MMmmmmm, nap.
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn’t talk about England’s easy victory today, or their excellent performance in the Australia ODI series, but about a videogame.
In Which Your Humble Blogger could probably have found a way to slip in the Cromwell quote. Ah, well.
In Which Your Humble Blogger eases back in to this Tohu Bohu thing. Maybe tomorrow, I’ll write a book report!
In Which Your Humble Blogger tries to do a Scripture post from the road, on the fly, without a net.
In Which Your Humble Blogger thinks about Rufus Sewell, but he’s not in costume.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is aware that technically it isn’t a conspiracy if there’s only one villain, but it’s like a conspiracy, just without all that tedious conspiring.
In Which Your Humble Blogger will not have another beer, thanks, not until that guy with the card in his fedora band goes away.