My apartment is sparklingly clean.

My hametz is cleared out and burned.

I have spent an unreasonable amount of money on food.

My arms are killing me, which is what 3 days of scrubbing and schlepping will do to a girl with RSI.

I am tired.

The food is cooked, Jerusalem is quiet outside as it tends to be soon before Shabbos comes in, and I am looking forward to the next few days of Pesach and matzoh and haroset and redemption. I’m going to a seder comprised of people so engaged that we had a listserv going to discuss seder plans and ideas (and there was a meeting, but I missed it), and with this crowd I’m sure it’ll be an excellent mix of good Torah and good silliness. And there will be time to rest, and to breathe, and to contemplate, and to serve God and bask in that service.

Hag sameach and gut Shabbos to one and all. And to all a good night.

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