It is Sunday. I don’t have a problem with keeping Sunday holy, but it’s the resting part that I struggle with.
Yes, I take naps like a lounging cat on a rainy day. But, I would typically have something to review to prepare for the week or just Monday, post grade or grade assignments.
Saturday, I worked until the wee hours of the night, so that Sunday is filled with total rest. The broom, basket of clothes and the chicken in the refrigerator all called my name, but I didn’t answer. I did not prep for Monday’s dinner. I later succumbed to the clothes that begged me to fold them.
That’s it. In the original commands to rest and keep Sunday holy.
I came really close. I shall keep trying.