They say there's a ceasefire and I really really wish to believe it, but it only took 9 minutes between the ceasefire announcement last night and the early warning to be nearby shelter, and until almost 4am I could hear interceptions from nearby areas. It's now a tradition to get one last round of fire exchanges just before/when they're announcing end of fire, but that one lasted for two hours. So, kind of disorienting. And it's not like my own government bothered to tell anyone what's going on, we need to guess by reading the news (and I hear another jet flying as I'm typing this).

Also, there's still Lebanon. But I am - can't believe I'm writing this - getting back to my apartment, and there's a good chance I'll be sleeping again in my own bed tonight. And having a proper shower without worrying about sirens.

And there's a tiny bit of me that's fantasizes on what would have happened if we would have managed to end Netanyahu's government pre Oct. 7th, in the 10 months protest period we had before against the government (including general strikes). Not that we had any idea what would be the cost of him staying in office, but man. Could have saved a whole lot of lives.

Shir, thought of you lots at the seder I went to Saturday. (Wherein I was shocked my friend’s step kids did not kill him—he started many years ago using a Haggadah that is for kids, when they were new to this and younger, but they’re now 14 and 14 and 16, and he’s still using that one and I would’ve been so much less polite than they were, at that age, being talked to like I was about 8 years old…)

One of my favorite parts of the haggadah I edited is the seasonal songs (about spring, not about Passover). It was originally intended for young kids, but it's still fun to sing them as an adult.