I fell asleep while writing this last night.  The alarms in the middle of the night have ruined what’s left of my normal bedtime.  And then we were awakened around 2, but I decided to stay in the hallway and not go down to the shelter because I was so sleepy it was clear I’d trip.  

It was amazing to me that I slept at all, after I had a long conversation with some people from the Gaza envelope, people who had been born there and have always felt their lives were in danger every day.  I’ve always been far away from this, usually feeling I had some control over my safety, some choice about where to hide.  But the murder in Washington, the stories of the kibbutznikim, the constant bombing of civilians in Israel, is beginning to make it look impossible.

Hope I can take a nap today.