Most of us have been a bit catatonic for the past year.   Few people I know were able to function in any way except to support the return of the hostages and help the soldiers in any way they could,  Stories abound about old women cooking for the soldiers, kids knitting scarves, etc. etc. Volunteers in hospitals, volunteers helping students catch up while on leave. 

We suddenly find ourselves accompanying friends and partners on their errands –  just in case it is necessary to escape a rocket and help is needed.

This is not my life I’m talking about – it seems to be the life of many of the people I know.

But now we are at the point where we are beginning to make up the time lost – with friends, with work.  We are still not travelling – since it is dangerous and expensive – but we will find a way soon enough.

So I’m back to finishing the books that I was writing before this rotten war began.  Not that it is over, but I’m fed up.