I didn’t want my kids here for dinner – home is more comforting even though we have a shelter and Orit does not.  They stand in the hall, because the walls are more solid by the elevator, even though they are under a square of sunlight.  Dalia has a security room, that we’ve used to hide in on occasion when we got caught in a siren.  But her husband has been called up, and her son is in the army, so she has enough to deal with.  And Oren came the other night to comfort us.  So we invited a friend who lives alone.  

The rocket came after she left and I called her first to see if she had gotten out of the road and safely home before the mess.  She had, and wanted to chat, but I had to check out the kids first.  Got to get back to her.

But I decided to watch “The Russians are coming” so i could fall asleep….