Remember the hysteria that the Russians were going to nuke us in the US in the sixties?  Well, here we are back again with the hysteria.  I was out of it back then – too busy with my daily life.  And I’m out of it again.  Overtired of the threats and dangers.  They come at us from all directions, and we get blamed for it no matter what we do.  

And there is another dimension – I dream that I am walking behind my husband’s donkey that’s carrying a mattress, remembering how I used to sit with my friends on the seashore in the evening, and now weeping over my lost children.  I identify with both sides and that neutralizes my terror.

Or maybe I’m just numb.