I'm at the butt-end of a long two weeks.
Yom Tov was pleasant. It really was. The weather....well, at least the rest of the festival was worth remembering.
The way it fell this year was not easy. Yes, it was nice to have Shabbat and Yom Tov at the same time, but it also meant that for those of us who value Sundays, the fortnight have not exactly been kind.
For that reason, I can say that I am really looking forward to return of "Saturday nights" and their sweet descendants...Sunday! This week, I won't get dolled up in my smart clothes and make my way to Shul. Oh no, not me. I look forward to shlumping around in my underwear until at least midday, at which point, I'll probably throw on something that should have been thrown...away - years ago.
Ah the gorgeous smell of Sunday already greets my frustrated and burned out nostrils.
Shabbat is welcome. It is more than welcome, it is mandatory and I can't wait to enjoy it once again. That other day of rest though less spiritual is no less anticipated.
Hooray - the weekends are finally back in my life.