This morning’s bombing caught us all off guard.  We were in the middle of exercising at home, at the point where you begin to cool down, and once again, we had to run down to the shelter.  And as usual in the morning there were lots of passersby as well as the usual residents,  But then a neighbor who usually doesn’t make it downstairs came in with her son, and had to tell us all how she arrived in time.  A nice man helped her to the back of his four-wheel scooter and dropped her off in front of our house.  Her son, who was running behind them, photographed them, and I realize the kind gentleman was the very hairdresser who cut my hair yesterday.  

So the crazy stories fit together.  

The three other attacks were uneventful.  This afternoon the two sirens kept Ezi out of bed, and he really needs to be staying in bed. I hope we have time to recover.