The image left is not real, it only shows the architect's vision of my next project. I'm so busy that I wake up at 430 AM, at 530 AM I have breakfast with the "judge" (my little daughter), she reads the news of the latest "crimes" of IDF in the fishwrap HaAretz. Then I try to organize my day but then comes the first phone call, and an urgentissimo change is needed and my whole day starts to evolve by force of its own chaotic dynamism. About ten I check Yahoo Finance and then continue trying to catch up. It is hopeless. After siesta I decide to stop working forever and subsist on Social Security (what do I need to be happy? Cheap vodka and smoked fish?), but then a phonecall from a famous tycoon who describes his dream and how he needs ME, and I am seduced and promise the moon and the stars- maximum next Sunday morning. When I feel tired I read and weight the cardiac benefits of vodka vs. my wife's unavoidable scandal. Mostly the wife wins, I am not the man that were my pious ancestors, those giants that ended their workday ibeing carried home from the study house by the chevre.. The site of the project is on the Sorek river, so there are many complicated water-related issues. It promises to be so interesting that cant stop now. Next week we start the semester.