In ten minutes I will either have explained it or not.   The idea that a beast must work around the clock, with no rest and no time to restore itself, is a brutal notion from a hard-scrabble age.  Among enlightened people the importance of relaxation, a pleasurable holiday from the cares of the world, is understood.  

Don’t worry about me, I have one eye on the clock and almost seven and a half minutes to go.

On the sixth day God made Adam, looked at His creation, light and dark, order out of chaos, the living world, the oceans, all the creatures of the oceans, and the sky, and the sky itself, and all the land dwelling animals, reptiles, insects, mammals, the endless ingenious variation and variety.  God looked at His work and smiled and said “Good!” and took the seventh day off.

God rested.  Modeling the proper respect for yourself as a god, taking your rest after a job well-done.  You have worked hard and deserve the day of rest.   Use the day leisurely, to rest, repair yourself, dream, relax your worries.  So few of us actually take a day every week to do this, or even a few hours, except to see a movie, perhaps.

Remember the Sabbath and keep it holy.  One of the Ten Commandments, up there with Honor thy father and thy mother, and Thou shall not kill.

In two minutes I’m going to remember the Sabbath and keep it holy.  I’m going to tune up all the ukuleles and make a chorus of them.  They will play a vamp in the night.  This vamp will be very simple, and will thrum at the pulse of a relaxed heartbeat.   The vamp will have a two part riff that will go over it.  The boys sing the call, the girls sing the response.  Then they switch, then a few one and two note solos.  By then the strings will be well in tune, the beat calm and the notes to sing very clear and obvious.  

Time.