In Which Your Humble Blogger could point out that the initial letters of la’asot retzon Avicha shebashamayim spell out l’rosh, or to the head, in common the Hebrew idiom the first, or principal, or most important. So that’s kinda cool.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is aware that the replacement level for this blog would be no blog at all, and as with most blogs, that peak is difficult to attain and impossible to maintain.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is cranky, but not as cranky as those saps with MLS degrees, who will have to oversee the five-year culling process.
In Which Your Humble Blogger heard, yes he heard, no it wasn’t told to him, he only heard.
In Which Your Humble Blogger seeks the input of Gentle Readers all, on an issue of surpassing import.
In Which Your Humble Blogger notes that the Perfect Non-Reader of this Tohu-Bohu is only a few years from starting college herself, unless of course the entire economic system collapses and we don’t have to worry about it.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has a simcha to get to that takes precedence over extended study.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is pretty sure this other MP was just stoned.
In Which Your Humble Blogger does not, actually, connect this to the bizarre political nonsense about Our Only First Lady’s garden and the secret socialist plot to make everyone eat broccoli.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is not certain that the earlier projects were mistakes, exactly, but the cost has certainly been higher than we thought in a wide variety of ways.