and today was a full-crowded day: visiting with a friend for lunch, followed by dozens of errands from the bank to groceries, and back home with serious cleaning up to do. And it never gets really done, once and for all. The papers, I swear, reproduce in the night when it is dark and I can't see them. By the time I slogged through one pile, it was already too late to get to bed early.
Ah, but shabbos is coming---food will be already cooked, the laptop will also have a day of rest, I will walk in the Open Space...
I miss Zalman. Shabbos is always welcome, but has never recovered the glow it had for me when he was here. Half my delight was preparing little pleasant surprises for him; and reading the occasional shabbos letter I would discover folded under my dinner plate at the shabbos table.
I wish us all so deep and restorative a rest, and a return (even if temporary) to a state of wholeness and peace, that when shabbos is over and we turn once more to face the surreal details of our country's politics, we will see creative possibilites for restoring the power of kindness, ethics and balance that we had not seen until then.