Some people at my work didn't bother showing up at all. It's going to be spectacularly unproductive anyway, plus roads were getting blocked or crowded. Wish I'd been that smart. Instead I came in insanely early and got a few things taken care of.
It seems to be a pattern. I'm determined to ignore 9/11. I go to the memorial ceremony anyway. I can't take it, and then I leave the ceremony. I'd surf like I did last year, but there aren't good waves. So I'm gonna stick it out and hug people when they come back. Then I will meet L'Ailee for lunch.
L'Ailee is at her gym. There are a surprising amount of people who want to exercise it out along with her. She's not going to try doing any of the Fashion Week events today. (We can't believe anyone even *tried* putting on shows today. Some in the morning, too!) She can go to the last events tomorrow. Tonight we'll probably cuddle, a lot. I'm glad for her that she doesn't have as many nightmares around this time as she used to, and they aren't quite as powerful as they used to be.
I almost lost her on 9/11--she worked at a store in the WTC, but was scheduled for the afternoon. I lived in Orlando then, and I couldn't reach her until midnight. I realized then, really realized, that I couldn't afford not to have her in my life. That's what it means to me. The rest...it's a family funeral, and I wasn't part of the family yet. I only saw it on TV.
My condolences to everyone who lost people on 9/11, and Pagan prayers for everyone in the path of Hurricane Ike.