Snow days are wonderful. LOTS of snow in Boulder. I have an angel neighbor who shovels the walk. I cleared in front of the garage door so that it would close, at 6:40 this morning when I headed out to morning minyan: 15-20 mph the whole way, on recently plowed but slippery roads.
It was one of those days when I was doing things all day, and now it is night and I can't remember what I did. Except: I made an Armenian red lentil soup and I laid a fire in the wood stove, and sat in the living room enjoying it, joined by Bracha the cat. And one lovely phone visit with a new friend.
This evening, Netanel arrived from the East Coast to teach an intensive class at Naropa, and it feels like returning family.
The cats remembered and greeted him as well.
It is strange, these days in which I am occupied all day doing useful things, then at the end of the day it is as if it has all dissolved. I am reminded of the saying "...teach us to count/measure our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom."
These days, wisdom is urgently needed and in short supply.
Wishing us all a good and restorative shabbos. Good night.