The Bullets are coming to you from the waiting room in a doctor’s office, where I am wearing one of those masks. The SARS masks. To the best of my knowledge, I don’t have SARS, but it’s an office policy that folks exhibiting cold or flu-like symptoms (as I am) must wear a mask while they wait. I guess it’s a fine policy, but I feel awfully silly, and I don’t care for the feeling of my own breath bouncing back into my face.