Clearly I’ve lost my sense of what is important.  After the morning rockets I decided we had to go food shopping.  It took us a while to rest up after the run to the shower and the interrupted breakfast but we got out at 11, raced to the supermarket, and managed to get everything on the list, although I would have preferred going to the coffee store as well. 

But as we drove into the driveway, the warning began to sound.  And I stood there with my cart trying to decide what to do with the milk.  Fortunately I woke up and we raced with our cart into the hall, left the groceries by the door upstairs, and raced down to the shelter. 

What worries me is that there was a debate in my head to save the milk or my life.

And of all the links I’ve been sent, the one most important to me right now is about the chances of getting caught in the shower with a rocket alert.  

Then there is the matter of etiquette.  For example, with all the selection of broken and breaking chairs in the shelter, how can the comfortable ones be saved for the slow-moving octogenerians in our buildings?  People coming in from the street are of course welcome, but must they be directed to the broken chairs?  And who would do the directing?  

What do we do with uneducated guests who are running away from rockets in our shelter?  One neighbor educated three teenage boys who were ready to leave the shelter berfore the all clear warning because they heard so much Arabic in the crowd.  She explained to them that these were residents of the building and would be no danger.  I liked her kind explanation even though I entertained letting them leave.  Well, I would have chosen a different etiquette…

Only occasionally do I dare dip into the political questions