Sunday. Woke up on half-read copies of An Unexpected Light: Travels in Afghanistan by Jason Elliot, The Prize: The Epic Quest for Oil, Money, and Power by Daniel Yergin & Blind Spot by Judy Mercer. Elle Decoration and Oprah's mag. The cat. A pile of clean laundry from last Sunday, including my Elvis Presley beach towel. Note to self. Must put laundry away. Must find out if there really are herds of "wild camels" in Afghanistan. Down hallway to bathroom. Note to self. Must lose weight. Must get to gym. Must floss. Must pluck eyebrows. Must iron clothes. Don't forget camels. Too much. Perhaps, instead, I will phone some friends. No luck. All out or busy. Perhaps, a movie. Spy Game is playing at 2 pm. Bad choice. Pompous Americans. Slow motion scene of a suicide bombing. Beirut. 1985. Come home to the 6 o'clock news. More suicide bombers - not Hollywood ones this time. Real ones. In Haifa. And Jerusalem. I don't know how we make peace. I don't think I even know what it looks like. What can it look like to men with the histories of Ariel Sharon and Yasser Arafat? Note to self. Don't forget to find out about the camels.