Fed up with my slow pace, Ezi ordered wheelchair service for me at the airport.  But perhaps because I wasn’t quite ready the wheelchair attendent had to wait and perhaps because of that he left my computer in the tray when he gave me my bag.  

And there it is – somewhere in a tray or somewhere else in the world – but not with me.  So I have been busy all days finding phone numbers of losts and founds, chasing an unfound computer.

What shall I do?  I certainly can’t concentrate on the politics in this busy busy land.  

and now we’re going into the weekend where nothing happens in lostandfound but everything happens by the minute in Israel.