We had a real barrage of rockets this morning.  Down in the shelter, Ezi hung up a new emergency light, and Lyn said, can I help?  Yes, come here, I said, and when she did I made her cheer him on with me.  I wonder whether the tenants and visitors from the street think I’m mad, but I really am determined not to let the Hizballah think we’re suffering from their rockets.  This afternoon there was another batch.  It’s a real bummer to stop everything just because someone is trying to kill you, but I guess we can’t ignore rockets the size of my car.