It was restful and quiet and hot. With Loraine's help yesterday, and later Giovanni's, the skylights and back deck are now covered with shadecloth, cooling the house substantially.
I was happy to attend services here at the Conservative shul on the creek this morning, after a long visit with the goats in the rabbi's back yard. One mama goat behaves just like a cat, rubbing against my flank, asking me to scratch her head. The kids are getting bigger and more rambunctious, and learning all the goat-skills: cavorting, leaping, bucking, investigating strange fabric by mouth.
I actually got to take a shabbos nap; Mazal the cat napped near me, and Bracha in her basket.
And this evening, a gathering at the Islamic Center of Boulder, for information and question-and-answer about Islam, Ramadan, etc., followed by breaking the fast together. They are a welcoming and generous group of people here, and I was glad to be with them.
I have opened email after the blessed day of rest from all the aggravation, and spent the requisite time signing petitions, writing letters and worrying.
I think maybe praying might be more fruitful.
Wishing us all a good week.