Beginning in Bidud (again)
Hello, my dear friends and family. 'Tis Hudicus Barticus, Hudles, Hoodie, or whatever else I may be called. And I am doing fabulously well, thanks for asking. As you can tell from the title, I'm in bidud (quarant eeee n—that's for you, Abba) right now, which is why I have time to write this blog post. But bidud isn't so bad, Baruch Hashem. For one, I'm used to it. This is my fifth time in bidud, I believe. I'm a pro at this thing. Also, I'm kind of antisocial sometimes, so not being allowed to see anyone is just my cup of tea. Speaking of tea, I had this delicious tea on Yom Tov(that's for you, tea-timing madrichot). Sorry for the non-sequitur. Moving on...the plane ride was pretty good. I slept for most of it, thank the good Lord. Holy Story Time: At the very end of the plane ride, right before we started landing, I saw a man going around the cabin with a lulav and esrog and kippa in hand. He went to the non-religious looking people and asked if they...