First mitzvah of the Shanah Chadashah!

A few moments ago, I got a desperate plea for "help with Hebrew" in order to fulfill a patron request. Naturally, any of the three or four people we would normally turn to is out for the holidays, so as Linguoboy, I got the call and marched upstairs with the dictionary tucked under my arm. It turned out to be dead simple: just transliterating a title page in order to confirm we had the right article (although my knowledge of the numerical value of Hebrew characters did prove helpful as well).

I was grateful for it, since I'm struggling to stay awake today. I was up late watching the Phillies and Braves go into extra innings, and when the latter finally put the wrap on their epic crash-and-burn, I was too delighted to go right to sleep so I set to work trying to figure out the name of the honey-flavoured tea we really like and can't find here so a friend could bring us back some from China. Damn, my memory for Pekingese geography has gone to hell even more thoroughly than my proficiency in Chinese!