“I always thought Fridays are the day off here in Eretz Yisrael, the day you go out with your husband after a whole week of learning”
Tziporah drained the last dregs of coffee in her “#1 CPA” mug and looked at her list. “Send PDFs of Katz 2021 taxes to Maury for review,” it said. She saved the PDFs, sent them out, and put a checkmark on the list. Next: “Complete extension requests for Hollander, Heimowitz, Feld.”
That was annoying busywork. Should she start now, or pick up Momo from the babysitter first and try to get him in for a nap at home, so she’d have a solid chunk of time to work before picking up Miriam and Yehuda from their after-school programs? She decided to go get Momo.
“Hi, Chavi, how’s it going?” she asked the babysitter.
“Great, but Momo just fell asleep about twenty minutes ago. I tried to keep him awake until pickup, but he was desperate for a nap. I hope this doesn’t ruin your day.”
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