Today is the 13th anniversary of the day in which I was almost shot dead by a Palestinian sniper on my way home from work, during the Second Intifada.

Very much alive, I am happy to report that I almost forgot this event, since I am too busy obsessing about my right knee, which I injured yesterday, and determined that with recovery time I can still run the 10K in the Jerusalem Marathon in March.

Hobbling and limping through the metal detector at the supermarket today, the buzzer went off.  After finding no reasonable explanation, the guard smiled at me and said, "A beautiful woman can also set it off."

Boy, did I need that to get me through the day.