I Wasn’t Going to Post Today…

In fact, I didn’t realize what day it was until Mo at The Daily Snark tweeted this post at Undomestic Diva. How stupid am I? But while I have no idea what day it is, I can say that I can remember with eerie clarity waking up the morning of September 11, 2001.

The clock radio came on blaring NPR and as I was awakening from my slumber I thought I was either still dreaming or listening to “War of the Worlds” except the players were airplanes, the Pentagon and one of the Twin Towers.

“Are you listening to this?” I asked my partner.


It was no dream. We rushed out of bed and turned on the television just as a commercial plane hit the second tower. (It’s an image I still cannot bear to watch or erase from my memory.) From there, the rest of the day is a blur. It’s the emotions I remember: the sadness, the anger, the vulnerability.

I haven’t felt that way since that day eight years ago. And it isn’t because I’ve done anything different, it’s because of the men and women who serve our country in the military and law enforcement—from our local police, CIA, FBI and Treasury Officers—that I haven’t. I know that I am not the only one who is thankful to those people for keeping us safe. The next time you meet (or see) any one of these public servants, thank them. It can be verbally or even buying them a drink (or picking up their tab). In my opinion, they have earned not just our gratitude but our respect.

I Wasn’t Going to Post Today…

While You’re Sleeping

It’s 4:30 AM and I’m petting my attention starved (and hungry) cat Lil’ Moo. I love the early morning when the world is still quiet. There isn’t a more productive time of day—no baby boy, no husband, no email pings, no phone calls. Just me doing whatever I want. I wouldn’t trade it for anything, even sleep.


I might trade it for a pill that allows you to exist without any sleep.  This was the plot of a recent “American Dad” episode, the lead character Stan gets a pill from the CIA lab (where he works) that allows him to exist without sleep. So while his family snoozes away, he  catches up on movies, reads “The Hunt for Red October,” a book he has been trying to finish for years (After one page, he normally falls asleep. I can relate.) and plays video games. His wife, Francine, also starts taking the pill. She takes up marine biology and spends her time tracking down an elusive squid. My husband and I both secretly wish it was on the market, just so we can get everything we want done—whether it’s going to the gym (ours is open 24 hours), reading a book, working or just petting the cat.

But until that happens, I’ll continue to rise before the sun.

While You’re Sleeping