...is officially over. For this year anyway. I've stayed away from the television for the most part. I'm not one who really enjoys crying. I did manage to catch a brief memorial video and instantly started crying at that.
I know we can all remember where we were when we heard about the attacks on the World Trade Center. I was still working, and able to bring Sophia with me just a couple of the days each week. She wasn't even six months old yet. I walked into my office, and in the outer office, everyone was gathered around the television. I got there just in time to see the second plane crash into the second tower.
I felt instantly numb.
I know we all did. How does something like that happen? Is there really that much hate in the world that this kind of thing seems justified?
I don't want to write a big long *thing* about it, but even now - five years later, I am blown away.
Tomorrow is a big day for me. I am finishing up a big project and will finally be putting it to bed tomorrow. And then... I will clean my house.
Which is dreadful.
I wonder if there exists on earth a person who actually enjoys cleaning? I could use some lessons on learning to love the mundane. :)