Following Shabbat, my father made Havdalah. "Hamavdil bein or lichoshech," He who separates between light and darkness... How we all yearn for the day which will be all light; light for everyone, even those who live in darkness now and see no light, see no spirituality and thrive on darkness. At that time, when Moshiach comes, the light will be from G‑d – no right, no left, no enemies and haters – and no one will be able to challenge it.

Right after Havdalah I checked the news, every news outlet that is. I think I checked about thirty websites looking for news, looking for something—I'm not sure what it was I was looking for. I guess I wanted to hear or see some news that would calm me. They were all the same, reporting slowly, and I know they are hours behind the real action. So I got back to what I had to do and packed up my family, said goodbye to my parents, and we were on the road, back to Toronto.

The road conditions were good and the 402 highway was clean from snow. Each time I passed an open area of farmland I thought: "It's dark out, look at this large space of land, trees, mud—this is probably the type of terrain Amo is in right now..."

Then I heard a reporter from Fox talk about the size of Gaza being like Washington, D.C. And as we came across the bridge to Canada I saw all the lights of the border city Sarnia and I thought, "Look at that city, imagine having to do combat with terrorists in a city like that... This is outrageous." In short, I couldn't get my mind off what was going on.

We arrived home late, and after settling in I set out to search for photos online on all the news outlets. I am looking, and now I know what I am looking for: a picture, a video, something, some news... I have to say that I was a bit frightened by the claims made by Hamas at about 3:30 a.m., but, to my relief, the Israeli Army quickly denied those claims and explained how that was all part of the psychological warfare.

I am gonna try and get some sleep...