Oh Goody, I said, the dog has finally gone home, the pain in my hip seems to be under control, the cardiologist told me i can cut down on my stupid pills, and the hematologist said all my markers for multiple myloma have disappeared (after a decade) so I can concentrate on the galleys of my latest book.  

And then the bomb fell – i mean on Doha of course.  I don’t know how this brilliant show of assassinating all the Hamas leaders helps the peace process, but it certainly messes up the possibility of any quiet in the near future.  

Maybe.

Maybe there was no choice.  I don’t enough yet.  

But I know that I’m not going to get any sleep tonight.  

Are you?