We’re told we’ll be having another night like last night – with one rocket barrage after another.  I know if you’re reading this note it is clear you keep up with the news, so I’ll just tell you about what some of it feels like from inside.  

We’ve been visiting our roomy shelter often for the past 2 years.  Usually there are a few neighbors and a passerby or two.  But last night there was no room to move.  I thought it was a proof of the increased fear, but it turns out one of the neighbors published an invitation on social media so a whole bunch of people came along.  And we were there for a few hours off and on. 

it was not fun.  we don’t have internet in the shelter so we wait for the alarms and argue about whether we can shut the doors or leave it open for stragglers.  It’s a moral problem that troubled me almost as much as the life and death problem of whether our house is destroyed.  That shows you to what depths I can descend.