After three sirens last night between 2 and 4 in the morning, the announcement came that businesses could open if they had an accessible shelter.  To my mind, stunned from sleeplessness it meant that I could go to see the doctor I’ve been waiting for months for an appointment but I should really wait to cut my hair.  So, fearing the complications of getting caught in a siren, I asked Ezi to join me at the doctor and got all gussied up (actually only lipstick and mascara) and we went.  I figured 15 minutes to the hospital, 15 minutes at the efficient doctor and fifteen minutes home and back to the shelter.  

But of course there was a siren and we had to go to the safe room for the all the doctors on the floor.  This extended the time of the visit by a while but the good news and advice I got from the doctor made it worth it.

Because we wound up getting lunch ready at 3, we wound up rest for a nap at 4 but were interrupted by a siren.  So the whatsup  was appropriate