...head resting on the corner of my laptop. Mishka the cat is napping.
It has been a blessed, restful shabbos.
I walked, this morning, in the Open Space near the house. I went around to the south then west until I came to the huge green water tank at the end of a road near a pine grove. I walked around to the back of the tank. It had been newly repainted, the green paint covering the teenage obscene graffiti. I was sure that Zalman's holy graffiti had been painted over; all the other graffiti was gone.
But I got round to the back of the tank, and there it was, still in his hand, intense black against the new green, all those blessings as if he had spray-painted it yesterday.
My beloved's blessings have been bleeding through multiple re-paintings of the water tank over the years, and are still infusing the neighborhood water supply with goodwill.
That's an encouraging thought to take up to bed with me.