Sweating on Saturday Night

Believe me. All I've been doing has been writing another musing on the computer. I guess it's my age, but the breeze from the window isn't helping much.

I'm, Baruch Hashem, thank G-d, recovering from the flu, but I get impatient. NO I don't think it's fever; it's sweat! Sorry, but I figured someone would suggest it. Hope nobody googled this thinking that Saturday night sweats were something else.

I still have tons of dishes in the sink and ought to soap and scrub them. I don't want to see that waiting for me tomorrow.

Tomorrow, bli neder, G-d willing, (do those two go together?) I plan on writing more about the great book I just finally finished.

But now
dishes await
oy vey