Minutiae V'simcha

A yak. No explanation necessary.



We had occasion to speak with one of you the other night. It shouldn't be hard to figure out whom, since there are only two of you. What precipitated the phone call was a comment left by the aforementioned blog-follower. He or she felt that a few of the latest entries (as brilliant as they were), when compared to our previous uniformly exemplary posts, had not quite measured up. Having already covered most of the major events of our journey, he or she felt that we were now getting caught up in the "minutiae" of our recovery which, at times, may have been (dare we say!) a bit pedestrian. Indeed, if one were to read between his or her well articulated, somewhat subtle lines, one might reasonably conclude that he or she felt that the posts in question were perhaps even a smidge on the gross side. Personally, we have no problem with discussing bodily functions in public but hey, that's just us. Admittedly, the bar has been set almost impossibly high.  Anyway, this little post (mini-post?) is to express our fervent hope that none among you has been truly offended by our ocassional flights of fancy. We are aware that said fanciful flights tend to be, on occasion, somewhat wet (for wont of a better term).

And we hope, too, that our fan base is still intact. We consider you all family.

Perhaps that's because you all are family.