We are about to embark on the last day of the civil new year. Our plan is as follows: we are expecting to be exhausted at the end of a long hard day of work, but would like a proper glass of champagne on this occasion, and not on an empty stomach. So we’re setting our clocks back 2 hours, ordering in early, at 10 will celebrate midnight with a lot of kissing and drinking, and be in bed by 11. We wouldn’t be able to get a reservation at a decent restaurant anyway, and have no desire to be out there taking the new year seriously, and don’t want our friends to be driving with all those crazies out there.
More to the point, this is not the kind of year I want to celebrate. I know, I know, there were no suicide bombers in Israel this year, because they few there were met with opposition on the way, and just a couple dozen rockets by my count. But I can’t get the memory of the Hizballah building and arming before my very eyes just opposite Metulla, and I don’t know if we’re going to have a brilliant 365. If there’s no war, on the other hand, I expect a wonderful year.
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