OmegaDad and I were getting ready for a three-day weekend spent in the Bay Area attending the wedding of some friends from Los Alamos, and spending some time with Omega relatives.
That morning, I drove into work in the sparkling sun. I never listen to news or music; it's my "morning time" to daydream and get into the swing of going to work.
I got into work early; there was only one other person in already. I turned on my computer and (bad workerbee!) immediately went to my Current Debates board, because there was some hot debate that I was following, and I wanted to see what was going on.
I opened it up, and there was a monster thread. Just scanning the subject lines let me know something horrible had happened. I opened it up and read it. The world fell apart. I wandered into Mike Z.'s office, befuddled and horrified. He looked up at me with an ashen face. The day was spent in a haze of disbelief.
Mr. O and I had been planning to fly--all flights were canceled. But the bride and groom had decided to drive straight through from South Carolina--so we, too, drove, motoring across Arizona and the Mojave Desert in an eerie quiet. No planes overhead, no contrails. Not many cars, either.
The wedding was beautiful, joyous.
The shock waves of that day still reverberate through our lives.
I can't do justice to it. Some of my blogging buddies have:
Some other blogging buddies have joined in the 2996 Tribute: Honoring the 9-11 Victims Project: