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The house is chilly at five-thirty and the morning is still dark. The dough is rising. My spouse is out doing a peyote ritual or some such thing. They are like that. The pets are quiet and my child-unit is sleeping.

Though I do not have to work today, I am thinking about my job as a nurse.

Nefarious thoughts. I am probing the depths of evil. Instead of merely typing on a computer keyboard, if I could I would cut out berzerkowitz letters from magazines and paste them into this message.

A handful of terrorists could bring down all the hospitals in this sprawling city. It would cost nothing and involve no complex training. Institutional health-care delivery would cease almost instantly if medical centers were infiltrated by scrub-clad insurgents who simply took away all of the coffee-making machines.



This cannot happen.