Superbowl Sunday

We practice Sabbath keeping. Practice is the operative word because we don’t know what we’re doing. We’ve always begun Saturday evening, but today, for the first time, we began Sunday morning. We went to gathered worship, had lunch with Eric, and walked past ee cummings birthplace. I caught up with Faith who will have her baby any second now. Normally we clean the house and prepare meals the day before, but we were unprepared this week and had to cook – I tainted the day the day with my own perfectionism and disappointment, but there was forgiveness for me and laughter, Jonathan’s pipe’s aroma and The Last Battle. I’ll keep practicing.