Saturday morning headline: war for uranium destruction. Other unattainable objectives no longer serve politicians’ justifications for war.

Saturday breakfast captured my mood: “Was the coffee really strong enough? This bread tastes good, a bit salty.” Three bites later: “I don’t like this bread anymore. I want challah.” Haim wonders why I woke up in “combat mode.” I told him: “Chief of Staff.” Understood. Last night’s news reported him saying it would be a long war.

Once “long war” implied three months. So, we thought when government officials warned of a long war in October 2023. That lasted two years.

Friday, we drove to Herzliya (20 minutes) for a doctor’s appointment. In the car, ready to head home, preliminary warning alarms sounded. Maybe an air raid siren wouldn’t follow, or it would take 10 minutes. We could get to Raanana, Kfar Saba, gambling on no sirens en route. It takes longer to write that than think it. We were out of the car, heading for an adjacent commercial building, like others, following arrows to a bomb shelter.

Boom. Commonplace booms – from falling missiles or interceptor launchers, in open spaces or residential ones. Even when your locale doesn’t get an air raid siren, you often hear the boom. Minutes later, back in the car. No siren in Herzliya. We missed one in Kfar........

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