I am sorry to hear about Nicholas Brendon. Too young.
I am intentionally trying to leave my friends' apartment more and more (and planning my routes so that I'll be next to shelters as much as possible), so yesterday I went to help packing emergency supplies to the West Bank (via that cause: [link] I can't say I helped much as 30% of the time those of us who didn't want to run for shelter were in a shelter waiting for sirens that never came (there were "missiles are expected in your direction soon, stay close to shelter" messages), but I helped with some boxes and I brought cake with me. There's also a protest tonight - Saturday night protests against the government returned, but as much as I'd like to be there I don't know if I'm physically up to it today.
My next impossible projects are to a. plan a (Passover) Seder, which I love doing but I also can't really plan because how can you plan a Seder when you don't know if people are even able to come and if it's safe to come, b. continue working on my plan to study abroad next year (right now it means narrowing down options, prepare for TOEFL, understand how and when to pack my life here, and deal with the guilt over leaving this place and the people that I love dearly and live here while it's on fire), and c. trying to live as much as possible in this weird reality. It is scary, but I am trying my best to live in this world as it is. Choices are often limited, but as long as I have them and I can remember that I have them and not to surrender to exhaustion and/or fear, it's good.
"How did we get a Buffista Church before we got an island?"
If Christian colonialism taught me anything, it's that we're on the right path to Buffista island and need more following. And maybe an army.