I am a bit embarrassed to admit it but I did something incredibly stupid yesterday and moved back home to my kibbutz. As the saying goes, "No matter how humble -- or close to the Lebanese border it is -- there is no place like home".

I intend to stay here and only make short trips to a nearby Arab village to do some light shopping, go to restaurants, and stop in to visit some friends there. My son is upset that I returned, my daughter figures it is suicidal, and Marina and her daughters are deeply sorrowed that I moved so far from them that I can no longer take them to restaurants and/or buy them clothing.

Hezbollah also seems a bit purtubed that I am back in their neighborhood as they fired four rockets at me yesterday (but, fortunately, missed).