Despite all the summer street work, the enormous efforts to improve our drainage in the neighborhood, we have a river going through our street, and even a short walk in impossible.  

So we look up the place where Bibi went to meet with the Saudis.  At first it seems like the end  of the world – but if we wait a year I think it will be a little paradise. See?

it must be a perfect place to rendez-vous – close enough to Eilat to make it a morning jaunt.  Maybe once we’re finished with this plague we’ll be able to engage a suite in a five star hotel on their incredible beach… Or maybe we’ll be at war.  I’m kind of counting on that beach, but right now we’re at the barely talking stage.

in the meantime, the rain has stopped for the afternoon and we can try to face the reality of a government that can’t get together on a single thing, a leader under investigation for some serious crimes, and a country that is opening itself up to the third wave of corona.  

i think i’d rather go back to the fantasy of Neom with its artificial moon.