Sometimes I feel reluctant to post a new entry on this blog, because then an old entry is pushed into the archives. I'm rather fond of my little words, and I hate for any of the older words to be subject to discrimination. Whatever. Just something I was thinkin'.
I was reading the tale of Gideon from Shoftim. What a guy. After a stupendous victory over Midian and the manufacture of a quality golden ephod, he settled down to the business of making children. And boy, did he! Seventy sons in total, not to mention the son he had with the concubine in Shechem. And after he lived to a fine old age and was gathered to his fathers, the son of the concubine and his thugs murdered sixty-nine of his sons, missing only the youngest. Quite the tale, that.
Soon I will eat a delicious Sabbath dinner with my family.
G'Shabbes ya'll.

