It has been a beautiful, restful, peaceful and happy shabbat.
Before the sun went down---so late now---I had time to go to Zalman's kever* to deliver someone's kvittl**. For the first time that I remember, I sat and felt not only peaceful, but deeply happy.
Today a friend joined me for lunch, I read quietly, I walked at Viele Lake and romped with other people's dogs. And for the first time I can remember since my beloved died, I sat on the porch swing (as we used to do together) and sang niggunim as the sky slowly darkened, watching the marvelous flight of the bats overhead until three stars were visible and shabbos was over.
The cats lie purring on either side of me. (I imagine that for them, every day is shabbos.)
I am so grateful for all of it.