Counting the Omer is not the same alone.
The two of us would muse over the quality of the day, according to the Sephirot of the Tree of Life, and how it had played out during that day. This year, shabbos is always on the day of Netzach---which means "victory", but also has to do with something lasting into eternity. I am glad to think of the practice of shabbos as a lasting thing.
(And I am glad that I may have STOPPED a feature on the laptop from being a lasting thing: spell-check. Every time I would type "shavu'a", as in "shavu'a tov", to wish you a good week, my laptop would, unbidden, change it to "shari'a"...And now, after I fiddled with it, it didn't do it!)
It is springtime in the Rockies, so no-one was surprised at the foot or so of snow over everything this morning. I suggested that the friend planning to come for lunch stay home, and shared the chicken soup with the cats. (Bracha is a proponent of the famous line from "When Harry Met Sally": "I'll have what she's having.")
I had arranged in advance to get a ticket to the last concert of the wonderful Resonance Chorus. The music chosen by their director, Sue Coffee, is always finely tuned to the times and utterly fitting the circumstance---a tall order these days. It was beautiful and inspiring.
And now, I re-enter the week. My intention for this week is to write first; do email later. Wish me luck.