Just another day

Just another day...nothing remarkable. Just another day searching for buried treasure in a 2000 year old city on the shores of the Sea of Galilee. Its funny how even the most remarkable things can become routine and ordinary. In all of this I dont think that we have told you about our regular routine.
It goes like this. 4:00 the alarm goes off. We have a half of an hour to go to the bathroom, munch down a granola bar, put on our work clothes and have a cup of good old instant coffee while we chat to our roommates. 4:30 its off across the kibbutz to catch the bus that takes us up Sussita mountain at 4:45. Joyce likes to arrive early enough to ensure that we sit on the passenger side of the bus so that she doesnt have to look over the sheer drop-off when we get to the hair-pin turn. The bus dropps us off at 4:55 and we begin ou one and a half mile hike straight up the mountain path lined on both sides by mine fields. We work until 8:30 when we stop for breakfast of boiled eggs, tomato cucumber salad and bread. This marks the end of the cool part of the day. We then go back to work until 11:40 (stopping every 20 minutes for a mandatory water break, at which time we pack up and catch the bus back to the kibbutz at noon.
We go to the room and shower up and march back to the dining hall for lunch, the big meal of the day. A nap immediately follows lunch until 3:00 or so at which time I file these reports. Pottery cleaning is from 4:30 to 5:30, a little break...supper at 6:30 and then lectures at 7:30. Devotions at 8:30 and then off to bed to get up again at 4:00.
Routine...even here we have routine and one falls into it unconsciously. When we get home and look back on this it will seem anything but routine, but for now its just another day... Oh that is except for all the fighter jets that were flying up the Jordan valley and then popping up over the Golan Heights on a mission to Syria. Other than that...it was just another day.