It has come to this...

Today my brain is slow. I couldn’t sleep last night because I was worrying about Wonderful Husband. His work is taking him to the Democratic convention next week and I am convinced that there will be a terrorist attack on Boston during the activities. I woke him up to tell him we needed to get life insurance before he left. Isn’t that awful?
 
We lived in DC on September 11th and I worked a block from the White House.  That morning, Wonderful Husband and I took the Metro to work together and he walked me to my building. When we parted, we commented on what an amazing day it was - the skies were crystal, clear blue. Little did we know what would happen 15 minutes later.
 
I clearly did not comprehend the gravity of the situation and stupidly went to the roof of my building where I had full view of the Pentagon – it was ablaze.  Soon after, Wonderful Husband met me on a corner and we walked six miles to our house with throngs of others too scared to get on the subway. We sat in our basement apartment, two blocks from the Israeli embassy, for two days straight watching the news and shivering each time we heard the jets and helicopters flying overhead. It was awful but not anywhere near as awful as the experiences of New Yorkers.
 
I can’t quite figure out what I am madder about today, the culture of fear being perpetuated by the leaders of our country or that I am falling victim to it.
 
Grumpy Girl is clearly back and she is tired.