Friday morning at the bungalow.
Little Babe rode off to camp on his bicycle.
Alfie and Nala the Pomeranians frolicked in the grass, pulling on their extra-long leashes.
Big Babe dropped an email from Thessaloniki, where he is spending Shabbat.
Middle Babe called to say she was taking the day off from work and catching a 3 pm bus to Boston.
HOBB texted a Shabbat Shalom from Maine, where he is stuck for the weekend at a cello camp...with a small group of retired, overly-serious amateur musicians in a remote locale near the Canadian border.
And I set up my laptop on the porch of the Love Shack to tackle a full day's work, with the lush forest looming before me and the promise of Shabbat whispering in my ear.