I was late to work that day. I was in my car driving, clueless - absolutely CLUELESS - as to what was going on. The Friday prior, my car had been broken into and my stereo was stolen. Ironic, because I am a chronic News Junkie and would have been listening to NPR or talk radio normally. I will never forget walking into work, passing by a co-worker at the front entrance and she stopped me and said "Did you hear what I said? The US has been attacked!"
The rest of my day was spent furiously trying to glean any news I could from the pokey little Internet, furiously calling my friend S because she stayed home from work and waiting to hear from my cousin, who worked in DC for the NEA. I was on the phone with S when the towers fell.
I was tempted to not post today. It is such a solemn day and my post was going to consist of light, "I Love My Life" kind of stuff from my lovely, wonderful weekend. Then, it occurred to me, "Isn't that one of the major lessons from 9/11? That we should grab every minute we can of Life and not waste it?" Yes, it is.
So, I will post about my weekend tomorrow because I had such a nice one, I want to always remember it. I even commented to X on Saturday evening what a lovely day it had been and how fortunate we are. Ånyway, in the meantime, give all of your loved ones an extra hug today.