I really really really like to
sing, and it turns out I'm good at it. I mean, my
voice isn't that great, but I can remember and keep a tune pretty fast. I love
choir practices. I want more of them; I always come home so so happy. We're singing on sunday. Al HaNissim, v'al ha purkan, v'al ha g'vu rot.. tralala..
I think all those firedrills in school train us to ignore real fire bells. The alarm went off in our building ten minutes ago and I was the only one who even got up. It just went off again and I didn't even pause in typing. Turns out both times it's been an error because the plumbing guys in the restaurant next door hit something wonky, but what if I'm courting a fiery death with my complacence? Oh, the mind wobbles.