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Sep. 11th, 2009 07:05 pmSo. Eight years have gone by. It doesn't really seem that long ago. *muse*
I still remember a couple of things most of all, while the rest of the day blurs out. (The joys of not really being anywhere near anything, right?)
Waking up, walking downstairs, and finding the boy and Mums staring, dumbfounded, at the TV as all freakin' Hell broke loose.
Holding the Widge, my hair in two braids, and him grabbing one of the braids as I watched TV while people were ferried to work because the world did not, in fact, stop.
Running upstairs to check on someone and having the Aussie contingency flag me down because, as D put it, you never know.
While upstairs, freaking out a smidge at a low-flying plane and the way it was so damn sunny.
Cass coming home early because the phone systems had overloaded for obvious reasons.
Mostly though, it's the braids and holding Widget and worrying what the hell he was in for.
Sadly, that feeling has not really gone away.
I still remember a couple of things most of all, while the rest of the day blurs out. (The joys of not really being anywhere near anything, right?)
Waking up, walking downstairs, and finding the boy and Mums staring, dumbfounded, at the TV as all freakin' Hell broke loose.
Holding the Widge, my hair in two braids, and him grabbing one of the braids as I watched TV while people were ferried to work because the world did not, in fact, stop.
Running upstairs to check on someone and having the Aussie contingency flag me down because, as D put it, you never know.
While upstairs, freaking out a smidge at a low-flying plane and the way it was so damn sunny.
Cass coming home early because the phone systems had overloaded for obvious reasons.
Mostly though, it's the braids and holding Widget and worrying what the hell he was in for.
Sadly, that feeling has not really gone away.
