(side note – some of you have been complaining that I don’t write enough about politics.  Sorry – but until I can put my money where my mouth is, I’m not going to say more.  I think it’s pretty clear where I stand, and that’s enough.) We talk about politics all the time since every detail of our lives is influenced by even the tiniest decisions in politics – but that’s not what i want to talk about all the time here.)

At a birthday party in Metula today, a woman rendered her sympathies that I am living in a city being bombed daily.  After all the sympathy I had extended to my Metula friends for a year and a half.

And I couldn’t even remember if I’d raced to the shelter the night before (I had).  Why?  Because so much is going on all the time, and we get so little sleep, it’s hard to think straight.  We don’t get back to sleep easily after we’ve been bombed so we’re missing a few hours every day.  But we fill up every waking hour well, thank you.