As I pulled myself together after exercise and walked out to meet my editor at the cafe, i realized there was no way I was going to make it.  I’m in pain and crooked.  She is determined, however, to finish the final draft of my book about poets and their graves in Hebrew, and she comes over, where we spend three hours straightening out my crooked Hebrew.

That was the end of my day.  I’ve been cancelling everything else for tomorrow too. 

Time for TV entertainment, right?  At that moment, I am aware of the dangers all around us – munition drones in the south, shooting in the north, and chaos in the territories.  I think I’ll write another book just to escape the dangers of living here.