There was a bomb this morning, not far from either my flat or the yeshiva. I'm fine, as are all the students and faculty where I study. I'd gone in early for shacharit (the morning prayer service) but I wouldn't have walked that way anyway and I'm not taking any buses in the city. I heard the dull thud and then the cacophany of sirens. Everyone's a little jumpy but in Jerusalem life goes on & the buses are full as usual.