I have a friend who is a nurse. Not the TV kind, with good lighting and a romance subplot. The real kind. She does twelve-hour shifts, she lifts grown men who cannot lift themselves, she cleans up things you and I would rather not put into words, and she holds the hand of someone who is dying while their family is stuck in traffic. Then she goes home, sleeps badly, and does it again. Nights, weekends, Christmas.

Lately everybody is telling me she is going to be fine. Because of UBI.