It’s a Small World

Ugh. This is getting so old. I know, I know, we’re not suffering, we have everything we need, including but not limited to water, and everyone is doing an excellent job of being cheerful. We can get out and about and can stay in our beds if we want during the attacks, but we’re getting tired. The uncertainty is wearing. Do we drive out or don’t we. So far the attacks have been only at night, but will that change?

Our flights still aren’t cancelled, but neither is the airport open. We have tickets for the 18th. I think I’ll feel a lot worse when/if they get canceled. I believe Amman, Jordan is flying again, which is close enough that we can see it at night, but if we go that route we would have to buy new tickets. So many questions.

I mostly slept through last nights two waves. In fact when Heath came back down from the roof after the first one I asked if it had been a false alarm cause I hadn’t heard anything. Nope, it was for real. He said they seemed just as intense, but shorter. There are some annoying youth age kids that hang out on the rooftop of our neighboring building and anytime a missile slips past the defense system and starts its descent they cheer and whoop for Iran. It’s gross. Makes me feel bad inside. Seems rather evil to be honest, but I keep trying to tell myself that they are just kids and don’t understand all the complexities of the situation. There is no black and white here. It’s just all bad and dark. War is horrible. I will always be grateful for this experience. You can read about war, and I love reading about it, but being in it changes a person. And I only have myself and my vacation to loose, not my kids, home and livelihood.

Keep praying! We really appreciate it. And enjoy your uninterrupted sleep.

Oh yeah, Happy Father’s Day!