I thought I was calm, practical, and realistic – watching the war on tv all evening and then forgetting it for the night.  But then I went crazy over a badly washed shirt and I realized that the death, exile, wounding, on both sides, was too much to even pretend to be blase about. 

I know it’s going to be hell, and today with its rockets hitting more and more towns in Israel, and many more in Lebanon, it shook up most of both countries.  Ezi even was reminded of our standard war line from his mother’s kindergarten comparison: “it all started when he hit me back.”  That line usually makes us less frightened –   but not this time.  Because we’re just at the beginning.