8pm: I have no new quotes or really, no new anything to say. I attended the memorial service at the National Cathedral today, via TV at a local church, but unfortunately I left before GeeDubya’s speech so I don’t know what he said. We have our candles burning on the front porch for the 7pm thing, but no one seems to know if it’s 7pm local or EST or PST or what. In any case, I’ve had a candle burning since Tuesday.
I’m happy to say that I’m not bursting into tears anymore, but I am still a little edgy and kinda pissed off that we’ve not launched an attack yet. Yes, I know, I know, “we’ve got to find the person(s) responsible”. Grrr. Whatever. I had violent dreams last night, one of which involved my being shot for just being in the wrong place at the wrong time. I think it simply reflects the overall feelings I’ve had for the last week: it could happen to anyone.
And it is nice to hear airplanes buzzing overhead again – although I now notice them a LOT more than before. I really do hear every single one that goes over the house. Weird.
Now I’m going to have a semi-normal Friday night: pizza, beer and the SciFi channel. I’ll try to only think of the terrorists every other minute.