It’s the days that start off gray and cloudy and dark and like all hell is about to break loose that I really feel like a permanent resident here. Maybe this is a bit terrible, but it’s kind of like that I feel when the weather is bad, there’s nothing I can do about it; I live here and I’m ‘stuck’ here now, a permament resident of the doom. And in my head that compares to if a war broke out and I was just as stuck – to take Israel with the good and bad, for better or for worse, in sickness and health.
That’s commitment!
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