This evening could have been a scene in a slapstick comedy.  Finally understanding how dangerous Iranian missiles can be, we opened all our windows so they wouldn’t shatter, made sure to eat early so we wouldn’t have to do the dishes after the rocket attack, arranged a transistor radio that would work in the shelter. and at the first warning, went down to the shelter. There we met all the elderly neighbors who had not gone down to the shelter before. preferring to wait in the staircase.   This time it was predicted to be really serious. But the rockets fell elsewhere and the actual warning to find cover never arrived.  So they continued gossiping for half an hour and went home.  

I’m sure the rockets will come later, when we’re all fast askeep.