What's your definition of bliss? For some it is 70 virgins in paradise, and for others a beer down the pub with friends, preferably close to a canal.
For me, it is listening to the complete piano sonata oeuvre by Schubert,
recently given me as a birthday present by my daughter, whilst sitting here with a view of Haifa's Bay, editing a translation of the work of Ahad ha-Am, and being paid for it.
And realising through the editing work that the quarrels of his own day are still with us, both inside the Diaspora and within Israel itself.
And then reluctantly stopping at midday to go to my first Independence Day 'mangal', or Israeli-style barbecue.
Apparently you aren't a true Israeli until you have sampled one of these.
The smile on the face of my normally very serious Russian neighbour said it all, as he grinned at me on the way out. The sharav had stopped - the weather was hot with a breeze. Every car had at least one flag on it and the bunting was out in force in the local Einstein Primary School which, just a day earlier, had been mourning their dead.
The 'mangal' was eaten with typical Haifa friends who live round the corner and who took the mickey out of me for being British on this day, but in a very gentle way.
And they said that I should bring more British immigrants to Haifa, where they would be made very welcome.
After a couple of 59th anniversary drinks at mid-day, it is now late afternoon and I feel that sleep beckons.