I was watching some of the reactions of the people who were hit somehow by one of the 50 rockets last night, and someone mentioned post-trauma.  Of course, the term is irrelevant because this happens every few months, sometimes a few weeks, usually as a reaction to something insignificant.  And few people get hurt because they run to shelters – sometimes before the sirens go off.  And most of them are scared much of the time.  It isn’t post-trauma, it’s trauma.

And last night, when I packed my medications in a bag in my sleep and put the bag by the door in case we have to run down to the basement, I realized that even I have a little bit of that in me.