I N T H E N I G H T K I T C H E N 9.20.2001
Empathy from a Distance I don't really feel like writing here but here I am. I continue to get choked up on a daily basis. I haven't cried. Crying doesn't feel right. I'm way over here on the West coast. As far as I know, I lost no one. However, I can't help but hurt for it. I get most touched when I read about all the wonderful things people are doing in response to this event. The last week doesn't really seem real. Things have happened that are mundane, everyday things but they are all in the background. T's little sister and her boyfriend were here last weekend and we helped them find a place to live. We had a good time but it seems so long ago already. I have a project this week with a deadline. I've been working steadily but it's hard for me to think about it. Sometimes I feel guilty. Guilty for just being here. It usually doesn't last very long. It's just a small twitch every couple of days. I think it's to be expected. Normal. I worry desperately about the future. + + + Link du jour: http://www.hoopla.com/500/paddock/00000069.html 9.17.2001
I went ahead and donated money through Amazon for the American Red Cross. In the span of the few minutes it took me to donate, the total jumped by around four thousand dollars. It was at $6,041,655.65 when I threw mine in. I think that's so cool to watch the number go like that. I want to donate blood. I'm going to wait, though. I've got a note in my calendar to remind me in about a month. That seems far off but things will have calmed by then (I hope) and if we go to war, they'll need that blood. It sounds like they're more than stocked for the moment. I'm finding it extremely difficult to be truly normal right now. I have a deadline and work to do but I just keep drifting off, unable to concentrate. 
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