In the previous post I mentioned that I was concerned about the end of the ceasefire and about today. I lied. I wasn't concerned, I was really really scared. But you may have been able to read it between the lines.
I don't know what it was that made me so scared, perhaps the heavy chopper traffic, but I just felt it. In fact, when I talked to hubby on the phone last night, I asked him if he thought I was going to die today. It just slipped out. Realizing how melodramatic I sounded and how worried I must have made him, I quickly laughed it off.
Hubby didn't miss a beat. He reminded me of his advice that if I see a rocket coming my way, I should skip lightly to the side, like in cartoons. We continued to joke about the matter, each trying to console the other despite the 6000 miles that separate us. At the end of conversation, though, the 'love you's and 'miss you's were not said in their usual offhanded way, but with much intent as we both wanted to make sure the other knew how much we meant it. Like a little goodbye perhaps?
I went to bed around 2 a.m., woke up at 3:30, got up and watched some news around 4 a.m. Mom came to watch the news with me. She couldn't sleep either. Then dad. We went back to bed around 4:30 and slept for another 2-3 hours and woke up much better.
I was watching a stupid movie this morning when I heard three distant booms. No siren. I said nothing. Then the siren came. We went downstairs. Four more booms after the siren. Back upstairs. Here we go again.
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