I went out walking on a snow-covered golf course under a glowing full moon.
I should write some kind of poem.

The moon tells me that it's one month until Purim, and two months until Pesach. That's good news.

I watched an Iranian film today. It was nice.

I finished studying book of biblical Hebrew grammar yesterday. It took me a few months, but now I'm through. Now what? I tried translating a few verses from Ruth today with moderate success.

And how about that Yitro, eh? I love the first part of this week's parasha. It's one of the few glimpses of the day to day life and family relationships of Moshe. The in-laws come to stay, and they have advice. Note to self: when you get married, pay heed to the counsel of your father-in-law. But only if the Almighty seconds it.