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to friends on the phone.
    The only new news was that entire cities had been quarantined. The U. S., Great Britton, France, Germany, Australia and other countries were sending military and medical staff into Israel to help. New video from the Islamic countries were more common now, showing celebrations. Speculations were that al-Qaeda was responsible or Hezbollah or a number of other terrorist organizations. No one had claimed responsibility yet.
    It was time to get everyone in bed. I knew even though we were tired it may be a while before everyone settled down and went to sleep.
    “Get ready for bed.” I ordered.
    “Oh, we want to watch this.” Caleb argued. He was good at that.
    “There’s nothing new and we’ve had a hard day.” I responded, “I’m tired, we’re all tired, and we have more hard work to do tomorrow. Let’s go. Do your bathroom stuff and go upstairs.”
    Christine had heard me and met us at the foot of the stairs, “I want them to sleep in our room tonight.”
    This was a time to agree so I just said, “OK.”
    Once we were settled in bed, the boys in their ‘nests’ on the floor, it didn’t take long for us all to fall asleep. Our minds may have been full of concern but we were tired.
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    I know I’m tired when I do not wake up at all ‘till morning. Today it’s nearly five thirty and I just want to roll over and go back to sleep but my mind starts going over things that I need to get done and questions about what new events might have happened so I get up.
    First thing is coffee. Second thing is pee. Then pet the cat, let him out, get my coffee. What a routine. I feel better already. I do change things up somewhat and go into the living room and turn on the TV instead of going down to my office.
    What I saw was not pretty. What I heard was disturbing. The events from the past few days were starting to come together. The first set of bombings were regular suicide bombs. The next set included chemicals, that’s why all of the hazmat suits and quarantines. The quarantines had kept the reporters far enough away from the bomb sites that they had nothing to show or tell. Now the quarantines had broken down and people were running wild. There were images of people whose flesh was blistered and peeling off in strips. Some video showed infected attacking others, even police and military, to the point that they were being shot! Another report showed Israeli’s trying to leave the country only to be shot by Syrian troops at the border.
    “The picket line!” I nearly shouted. “They knew.”
    Between the video and reports from Israel discussion focused on who executed the attack, what chemicals had been used and security around the world to prevent more attacks.
    For two hours I watched, flipping around to see if any station had something new. It wasn’t until nearly eight when a report of a would-be bomber was shot in Kiryat Shmona. The map on the screen showed it was to the north in Israel, far away from the other bombings. As they talked about the area news came that a bomb had exploded blocks from where the bomber had been killed. This raised the question whether there would be more bombs in Israel.
    An alert scrolled across the screen stating Homeland Security had heightened its warnings to red, Severe Risk of Terrorist Attack, and discussions turned to what the Red rating meant.
    I went for more coffee. I heard Christine upstairs so I fixed her a cup and met her at the bottom of the stairs. We sat on the couch and watched, sipping coffee and saying nothing.
    It was another half hour before Caleb came staggering downstairs. He pushed between us on the couch. I let him sit quietly for a few minutes then said “We have a lot of things to get done today. Let’s eat something and get started. I’ll get Jesse up.”
    “I’m tired.” Caleb moaned.
    “Me too but we can rest when the work is done.” I responded, “Let’s go.”
    “I’ll go get