This is the third time this year I’ve had to get one of those 24 hour heart monitors.  Each time from a different place.  The first time I thought they might find something, and the queue for health-care  monitors were long, so I paid privately.  The second time I got an appointment not far from my neighborhood, and there was a great time had with the nurses – lots of jokes and good feelings inspired by the fact that both the Covid numbers were down and I was sure my heart was in no immediate danger.  This time, the available location was in Jaffa, and the only problem was the traffic and getting there.  Forty minutes each way, and tomorrow morning I have to return it. 

The good thing about it was that Bloomfield stadium next door was unlocked and I got to visit.  The guards made a half-hearted effort to keep us out, but …come on… an old lady wearing a heart monitor – how much damage could I do?  And I was thinking, this is the heart of our country for many people…