In Which Your Humble Blogger never thought of it that way. Perhaps actually paying attention to the text does have benefits, after all…
In Which Your Humble Blogger is a fifth type, the kind that remembers two of the types and forgets the other one. Two. Isn’t it easier to divide the world into only two types of people?
In Which Your Humble Blogger is slow to post and quick to, um, mutter to myself?
In Which Your Humble Blogger may have come to an understanding of the verse. For today.
In Which Your Humble Blogger knows better than the Sages, because of being born in the twentieth century and all.
In Which Your Humble Blogger wonders whether achieving the outward marks would be sufficient.
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn’t have to work today and so is going to shul, where it will not require a miracle to keep away the flies and scorpions and terrible, overpowering stink.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has but limited patience himself these days.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is again reminded of how cool the world (that was made with ten utterances) is, and how grateful Your Humble Blogger is for it.
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn’t have much to say on the verse, but I am told that over one-third of the population of our city have power, after only seven days in the wilderness.