End of Leviticus, beginning of Numbers

Numbers. What an appropriate title.

Umm. . . I'm sick, sore throat, achey, nauseated.

But no discharges or open sores, so to my knowledge if I were an Israelite in the time of Moses, I would not have to stand by myself and shout, "unclean! unclean!" Although today when it was just me and the kids and my daughter was insisting that I play with her (and I did--Well, I listlessly moved around some playschool figures.) the being by myself part didn't sound so bad.

Anyway, this is really all that I can do.