I came home to a mound of laundry – as usual, the same news – as usual, somewhat greater anxiety than before we left, and a flu I must have picked up while traveling homeward.  What bothered me most was that no one had prepared the shelter for what is expected to be a big attack.  Almost all the people in our building are old, and have weathered many wars, and don’t believe they won’t be able to grab stuff between bombings.  I would have filled the shelter with food for 100 people – to include the people off the streets who might get caught in the bombing, but everyone else objects.  It’s not just that they think everything will be stolen, but they think I’m raising their fear level.