As we sat together with our friends and talked of photography and art, the room began to darken.  My friend said, the end of the Sabbath is always sad, and I thought, it must have been like that for me when I worked – especially when I worked four jobs in order to survive.   I worked all week and could pay attention to my home and friends only on the Sabbath.  There was no internet so I Couldn’t work and . Now the children come on Friday night or Saturday at lunch and we rest for the rest of the week.  

There is something very sad in the way we barely keep the sabbath – and the visit of my friends reminded me of that.   

Unfortunately, I begin the week with a stress test first thing in the morning so I’ll keep this short.