so i am lying in bed at 10 a.m. revelling in the possibility of relaxation, and blabbing with Haim on the phone,  and the sirens go off.  Ezi hears them first because he’s at the window watering the flowers, and alerts me.  Within a minute we’re down in the shelter, recalling the Yemenites promise that they were going to stop when we had a ceasefire with Hamas.  

So no relaxing.  

So don’t trust me – especially when I’m optimistic.