Oy, did I have plans for the next two days – There was a meeting with an editor about the galleys of a little book coming out in Hebrew, a gym class, the book club this evening.  Then tomorrow to Baka to examine the university there and plan a lecture series, and in the evening to meet with my long-time girlfriends for a good gossip session.  All that full dance card was erased by a debilitating cough and weakness that has left me unable to get out of bed.  unable to reason, and unwilling to consider politics.

but why wasn’t even planning to go to the demonstration in Jerusalem tomorrow, you ask?  Everyone else I know is going, but I’d promised to go to Baka Al Gharbia, and I think that cooperation is as important as resistance.  Without positive movement toward mutual understanding, the demonstrations mean little.  

But in the end, I will be lying in bed and watching it all on tv…