The terrible murder of three citizens today by a terrorist would have been enough to ruin the day, but the additional confusion that postponed the swearing-in of the new government helped me change my direction.  The realization that things may reverse at any given moment has been renewed in my mind.  I certainly don’t mean this is good or bad, but terribly tenuous.  I used to think of this when we sat in the chemo treatment room – that the same person with whom I am sharing a joke today may be underground tomorrow.  And, of course, I myself may not pass my blood test tomorrow.  

My hope for Bibi’s sanity suddenly returned today.  Despite the difficulty of the situation, he may work it out so that the extremists are not in a position of such control. 

He may not.