In an hour and half the cease fire will be over.
I cannot help but wonder what tomorrow holds for us, or even tonight. We moved a sofabed into the living room and all three of us now sleep in the living room together (there's another couch there), as it's the inner most room in the apartment. For whatever good that would do.
I'm expecting a difficult day tomorrow as I'm sure Hezbollah will hit us hard, compensating for the two days cease fire. We can actually almost feel the tension in the air. I can't explain it. It's like we know.
There have been heavy ground fighting in Lebanon today and three soldiers are dead.
There have also been heavy chopper traffic this evening (still) and I think I know what it means, only I don't want to speculate needlessly here. People are on edge as it is.
I saw the fleeing Lebanese on the news today and these were difficult pictures to see. I still haven't cried despite everything I've been through and the difficult reports from Lebanon. I can't afford to. I already stress people out too much with my over rationale at times. But that's how I deal with it. So no one needs to see me cry, that's for sure.
I doubt, for example, that my sister will ever come visit my parents again as I mentioned that I think that any place we choose to hide from the rockets is doomed and I listed the reasons: Under the stairs - too close to some gas tanks and too open. At home - too northern. In the stair way - too open and too northern. Options? To leave again. And I'm all for that if my family joins me. Not going to happen.
And if you read this, sis, I'm sorry.
Why can't anyone stop this madness already?
Categories: personal, Israel, Lebanon