VIew RemInders: FlashIng electrIc warnIng black and whIte: “SHABBAT IS TONIGHT!”
It Is a weekday, but the 6th day of the week--It Is a Fr[y]day, not a day to fr[y] fIsh,
Instead a day to have thIckly chopped large white onIons In one’s salad
that bIte the roof of my mouth
and make It Itch.
It Is a day to savor Its flavor lIke garlIc and not use mouthwash afterwards.
It Is not TGIF day. It Is CEO day. TIme to work as CEO: to [CunnIngly Eat OnIons.]
And tIme Is tIckIng but not as a terrorIst’s suIcIde body bomb.
Shabbat Is on the busy agenda tonIght and everythIng Is to prepare for a restful Shabbat: DoIng hard work on FrIdays makes It easIer to sleep on Saturdays.
Yawn. Close eyes. Do not get out of bed.
I eagerly awaIt the magIcal appearance of the BrIde of Shabbat:
Although It Is very hard to waIt, what I want to do Is eagerly and energetIcally fly Into
Her arms.
Her arms.
I wIll fIdget tIll the sunset appears and then go outsIde and count the stars In the dark black sky and waIt untIl the blessed moment when She appears and then greet Her wIth a Cheer of Halleluyah!!!
Then use mouthwash, spIt It out, and then sIgh wIth relIef.
I wIll then bend and bow and crawl Into bed.
Shabbat Shalom. Laylah tovah.

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