A quiet morning.  After gym I packed my mail and went to the post office (strangely the only native Israeli in the crowd).  I didn’t have to go grocery shopping I thought because I had ordered a whole bunch of food from supersal, and after lunch thought I’d go to the pharmacy to get my prescriptions filled. 

That’s when I got the message from the supermarket chain that my order had been cancelled because delivery men didn’t come to work. 

Right.  The day of rage – Arab strike. 

Good for them.  Who could not identify with the poor people of Gaza who are being terrorized – never mind that our blasts are aimed only at military targets, they hit civilians as well.   

then wait a minute – what prescriptions?  the pharmacists I like are also Arab. 

wait a minute – the rockets have been hitting again – killing people who – like the people in the post office – are only here to work. 

maybe I’ll just stay home today and kvetch.  Work or any activity not immediately critical will wait.