The problem is that there's nothing I can do.

Yes, the problem is terrorists and death, but part of the problem, up here, is that I can do nothing but sit and listen. I'm not a doctor or nurse or firefighter. We're running out of circuits for calling people, net connections aren't reliable, so all I can do is sit here, make more tea, and wonder what else to do.

Pack. Emergency bag: meds and a change of clothes, in backpack.

And then they say "that second tower came down a lot faster than the first one."

Some mornings you live on tea and adrenaline.

And, weirdly, from up here in Inwood, the sky is blue and clear, and all seems serene. Or would, if not for the telephone and the radio.

I managed to leave my mother a message, and talk to Lise and Velma; a bit later, I couldn't get a circuit to Mark, but I did talk to Avedon.

Oh, and they just told me primary day has been cancelled. I guess we get to vote again, those of us who were there early and voted. Which means it may not matter that I couldn't get through to the Straphangers website to send my survey results.

Wasn't Guiliani's anti-terrorist command center in the WTC?

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I've since heard from more friends and family, which is a relief. I've eaten half a sandwich, to supplement the tea and adrenaline.
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