I have spent a truly restful shabbos.
A friend came this morning and we walked in the Open Space back to the big water tower where my beloved did holy graffiti after he heard of Dr. Emoto's work with water. (Emoto's claim, which of course has been challenged, was that the molecular structure of the water changed positively when it was held in vessels with positive words written on them.) What is wonderful is that I have seen that enormous tank repainted at least six times now, and Zalman's graffiti always bleeds through again.
We came home and munched and visited, and it was a lovely shabbos afternoon. I even managed a shabbos nap, which is always unlike any other day.
After havdalah, I went to a nearby coffee shop-tavern where the local excellent Balkan/Middle Eastern band was playing, and they push the chairs back so we can dance. Many excellent Greek and Balkan folkdancers come and draw us into the snaky line to learn. (The best way is to bumble along between two good dancers who know what they're doing until your body eventually catches it.)
Home to the usual enormous collection of bad-news-and-petitions. But Bracha the Cat has curled up beside me throughout the reading/writing/signing/sending, kindly purring. Now that I am done, she has climbed into her basket to bed down for the night.
Which is what I am going to do next.
Shavu'a tov---wishing us all a good week.