But it is, and I am not ready for it.
There is cooking to be done, both for shabbos meals here and for another family in the community with illness.
There is an accumulation of paper on most surfaces, both in my back office and the kitchen.
There are plants who need haircuts, and me too.
Then there's Mishka, who meows operatically around 5 or 6 a.m. wanting breakfast; and in the evening, when I am working on the laptop, snuggles up to my right arm like now and purrs.
I wish us all a deeply peaceful shabbos.