Thursday morning power walk after delay due to air raid siren, hoping not to encounter another while walking, charting my route calculating run time to a public shelter if necessary. Working remotely. A siren. Haim working in office, in Ramat Gan. My lunch break and a batch of baking therapy – lemon cookies.

When Haim came home, we went to visit his daughter – a 15-minute drive. Her husband is in the reserves. Never a word about her fears. Never a word of complaint about managing their three daughters (11, 8, 4) stuck at home. Suggesting I come to her place next time I have a cluster bomb episode – cope with her daughters to overcome it.  That doesn’t count as complaining.

Cluster bomb episode? That’s when I scream at the paper towels for falling on the floor, bang my knee into the laundry room door because I’m angry at the dryer. It didn’t finish the job in the programmed time. Calm.

But in the car, I made a declaration: I’m done.

I meant, in the moment, I’m done – with war. I won’t play along. I’ll act like there is no war and go about life as usual. Oops. That’s right. Pool still closed so no morning swim. My office is only working remotely. Too many employees from different parts of the country would........

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