Summer time will officially start in Israel this coming Friday at 2:00 a.m. The clock will move forward to 3:00 a.m. and we will all lose yet another hour.

Which is adorable. The country can’t agree on a budget, a coalition, or whether that one guy on the neighborhood WhatsApp group is a prophet or just hasn’t slept since 2009, but when it comes to moving a tiny plastic wheel on the concept of time itself, suddenly we’re Switzerland. Clean. Precise. A national ceremony. Everyone obediently sacrifices one hour of sleep like it’s a polite offering to the gods of “normal life.”

And sure, the general rule is that summer time begins on the Friday before the last Sunday in March.   We’ve got rules. Systems. Order. Somewhere in a government office a person is clicking “Approve” on a calendar setting and thinking, Yes. I have brought stability.

Meanwhile, the war is in its fourth week with no real end in sight. Kids are still home. Events are still limited. Missiles are still randomly raining down. Nobody’s asking the clock for help, but also, why not? We’re already pretending we control reality.

So here’s my........

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