the siren that woke us at 4 in the morning seems to have mixed up my day.  We may be at war for a while and it shouldn’t be surprising that I couldn’t focus on the rehearsal we did about new beginnings.  And after I stood in the middle of the shopping center where we had been rehearsing and I couldn’t remember what chores I was supposed to have been doing.  

But by the second alarm I was back to myself – doing the usual household chores and translating poems.  

Scrubbed the cupboards for passover, almost finishing the spring cleaning.

if i get bombed tomorrow I’ll at least have a clean house.  clean underwear.  

But my conscience isn’t clear.  Why am I not demonstrating in Jerusalem ?  or why have i not been able to influence the politics here in any way?