Somehow this has been a catch-up day, inside; I have not stopped and I have not finished.
I am more grateful than I can say for Shabbos, when I also let the computer rest.
But then it is the week, and I try to catch up...possibly a hopeless task.
So when it feels overwhelming and hopeless and endless, I look around for what I am thankful for:
this house, and all the dear memories lived into all its corners and furniture; the good weather; the water that I get from the springs; the cats who keep me company; the barley-mushroom soup that I ate for dinner; my friends and my family; the prayers of so many of us for the good of our country and our world, all the animals and sea creatures and birds and insects; the slim chance for miracles so that many people and our Earth will not have to suffer. And yes, it is true that in this world, even at best, one still suffers.
Bracha the cat is curled up asleep beside me on-the-blanket-on-the-heating-pad.
Mazal has already gone upstairs to wait for me to come to bed.