"Life is too short for cheap wine" and I really need a drink. I've been sitting at work today, listening to constant radio broadcasts updating of the tragedies that have consumed our country today. It's 3:00. I am living through what has been claimed as the worst terroristic attack on the United States. It's unfathomable to me, safely snuggled here in the heartland, what the people of New York City and Washington DC must be going through. I heard reports of some lady losing her baby in the rubble and some have actually witnessed innocent lives plunging to their death from the flame-engulfed World Trade Center Towers, 110 stories of American Sybolicism, which then crumbled to the ground, destroying who-knows-what on the way; the skyscape forever changed. As I sit here with with a pit that has burrowed itself into my tum, I, in my own special way, am searching desperately for the why?! in all this. I am once again deeply distraught that I share a planet with terrorists. They have really never seemed real. But does not this type of thing happen every day in some war-torn countries? I have always believed that there is a reason for everything and most things.. most.. ultimately cause some positive.. for someone.. somewhere. But now is not the time to look for it. Even though I know of no one, personally, who was directly involved in this tragedy, I feel a need to mourn. For the first time in my life, I feel very connected to my fellow Americans. In a sense, we're all thinking of each other today. Maybe that's at least something positive. I feel I've lost innocence today. PS: The President just landed in Omaha.

The World Trade Centers have been hit by commercial airlines. The Pentagon is on fire. No one knows who or why, but America is being attacked by something. I feel like crying.

Domesticated last night. Made apple crisp and salsa. Not necessarily to be eaten together.