It was announced as the coldest day of the year so I took down my New York Winter Coat from the top shelf, unpacked it, put it on, looked in the mirror, laughed, took it off and went back to my usual Israeli winter gear. 

That and an umbrella were plenty for this weather.  Even though the tv showed flooding all over, I barely saw a puddle.  There were rivers that had been dry for years and boats in the streets of Petach Tikva, but in our neighborhood, it was a regular rainy day.   

It’s pretty amazing how in this tiny country there are so many different climates, and they can change from day to day.

Maybe that’s why our politics and our moods are so unpredictable.