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foxmonkeyIsn't it weird when you first wake up and you're kind of drifting, thinking, then you remember something like a bill that's overdue, or you forgot to deliver an important phone message - or your country got bombed?
I've teared up a couple of times since I got home, but no sobs yet. I've had a headache since yesterday, and my eyes feel like they're gonna explode. Still no email yet from my father-in-law, who travels frequently. Sister-in-law in NJ is ok; they're about 40 miles from NYC, and she said the insurance office where she works was insane yesterday. But she's safe, thank goodness.
Thought I had more to say, but my brain is jumping from place to place. Maybe some mac and cheese and aspirin would help.
And on a completely bizarre tangent: all of NSync, save Chris, are eligible for the draft. The cutoff is 26, I believe.
And it was an absolutely beautiful day today, a postcard perfect early fall day in the Midwest. Blue, blue skies with not a plane in sight. Freakin' bizarre to grow up with planes zooming over your head so often you don't even notice them anymore, and in the space of a few friggin' hours, the sight of a helicopter on the horizon is surreal.
These are the times when language fails.
I've teared up a couple of times since I got home, but no sobs yet. I've had a headache since yesterday, and my eyes feel like they're gonna explode. Still no email yet from my father-in-law, who travels frequently. Sister-in-law in NJ is ok; they're about 40 miles from NYC, and she said the insurance office where she works was insane yesterday. But she's safe, thank goodness.
Thought I had more to say, but my brain is jumping from place to place. Maybe some mac and cheese and aspirin would help.
And on a completely bizarre tangent: all of NSync, save Chris, are eligible for the draft. The cutoff is 26, I believe.
And it was an absolutely beautiful day today, a postcard perfect early fall day in the Midwest. Blue, blue skies with not a plane in sight. Freakin' bizarre to grow up with planes zooming over your head so often you don't even notice them anymore, and in the space of a few friggin' hours, the sight of a helicopter on the horizon is surreal.
These are the times when language fails.
