Last week an immense sandstorm that had drifetd down from Iraq and Syria, sationed itself over Israel, the region, refused to leave for 6 days. There was no blue sky above, nor stars at night. The sky was a continuous pitch of dirty yellow, sand covered everything, inside my house, outside. At 10:30 Saturday night I fought through the haze to watch a football game being played under bright azure skies, colorful rainbow warriors, green pitch, scarlet and gray warriors. What a treat. Elohim damn fellow warriors! A miracle! And we won! Doubters gonna doubt, and doubting is a sorry game. I give thanks to simply being able to watch my team from underneath some biblical apocalyptic nightmare. Its a win! 2-0, time to move to 3-0. happy new year