This week I was ready again. I had a fairly unpleasant task to do, so I saved it for the end of the day. When I got off work, I felt accomplished. I was ready to leave the office. And the minute I hit that outer door, I noticed that the sun was down and was grateful that Shabbat had technically started.
I wished I was able to go straight home for candles and kiddush, but I had to run errands first. Now that I'm settled in, it's a nice evening. And I feel Jewish.