It has been a beautiful, rich, long shabbos day.
The family here has been a delight. Meshullam, a toddler, is lovely, curious, gentle with the cat, smiling...
His mother is delighted to be with him and spend time with him. His father too.
For the first time in a while I took a long shabbos walk up in the Open Space. It used to be my shabbos morning ritual, my Open Space Shul. I am glad to return to it.
The table is still set as it has been since Thursday night; tomorrow I will take it apart to launder with the bed linen and towels.
The turkey carcass is already on the lowest possible flame in the large pot, being turned into broth; it will simmer overnight.
Soon there will be no sign in the house of Thanksgiving---except what is left in my heart.