In Which Your Humble Blogger counts like this: three, seven, ten, many.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has had technical difficulties, preventing this note from being posted with the previous one. I hope you enjoyed the suspense.
In Which all of Israel have a share in the World to Come, as it is written: Your people are all righteous; they will inherit the Land forever; they are the branch of My planting, the work of My hands in which I take pride (Isaiah 60:21).
In Which Your Humble Blogger is still here.
In Which Your Humble Blogger starts the school year off in the usual way, with more pencils and more books, and more teachers’ dirty looks.
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn’t argue about the old/young thing this time, because the arguments are pretty obvious and not terribly interesting, and besides, there will be another chance in the next verse.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is old, like a palimpsest.
In Which Your Humble Blogger talks about Samuel the Small without making any dick jokes. Although you knew I was thinking them, so I suppose that doesn’t count.
In Which Your Humble Blogger says something, I don’t know, I wasn’t really listening.