Yes, finally.

And I'm enjoying the silence here after the noise in New York City.

At JFK, I grabbed two newspapers from the choice offered when boarding my El Al flight back home.  I read through them hungrily, like drinking water after a fast.  I just took a break to say T'filat HaDerech, The Travelers' Prayer, and photograph the sunset.

As I finished reading I looked at my hands and found them black with newspaper ink, as if tainted by the news.

And now, almost twelve hours after retuning home, I see nothing to cheer me on the news here.  The egotisitcal politicians aren't looking out for us, for our security and future.

It makes no more sense than Monty Python.