Of course panic is the sane reaction to a terrible situation in which you have no control.  Maybe had you had control you would have found a less dramatic way to eliminate a mortal enemy, but now that you are being threatened with extinction, you would do well to be frightened.  

That’s what I told my daughter when she told me she had been drilled at work for taking care of terrified patients when there is no electricity or water.  She always performs perfectly under stress, but anticipating the danger is another kind of stress altogether.

My feeling is that I don’t want to be stressed for the little time I have left.  As a child I was sure I would become a victim of hitler, so my entire life since has been gravy.  And it’s been a good one.  I’m not going to let it get screwed up until i have to.

So, its a beautiful day today and my friend is safely out of heart surgery, Ezi’s washing the car, I’m going to write a poem about children who are victims of this madness, and we’re going to see some other friends for dinner.